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crazyinlovewithbucky · 7 months

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“In the bedroom, I’ll be screaming but outside, I’ll keep it quiet.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x avenger!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky had a sexual relationship and were hiding it from everyone in the team and the compound, making the relationship more exciting for you. Also, you discovered a secret kink Bucky had.

Warnings: smut with very little plot, overstimulation, p in v sex, RUSSIAN NICKNAMES, Soldat kink, Bucky being desperately horny, sex-tape, filming during sex, almost getting caught, praise kink, some degradation kink with name-calling, creampie, breeding kink, marking kink, hair pulling, kind of voyeurism kink??, Steve making appearance and being so sweet and gentle to reader, an odd mention of Pam and Tommy? fingering, finger sucking, fluff, aftercare, Russian praise, too many kinks, I lost track I'm sorry.

This smut was inspired by the song Low by SZA

AU/N: Hey guys, I don't know how to say this but this smut piece is literally written based on a dream I had lol. Hope you enjoy it and I'd like to remind you that English isn't my first language so excuse if I misspelled or mispronounced anything. Enjoy <3.

"Shit, get in. Get in." Your heart skipped a beat, and you got so excited and shy when you saw Bucky standing in front of your door completely naked with nothing but his bathroom robe on, and he opened it wide open as soon as you opened your bedroom door. You held his hand and pulled him in quickly before someone saw him like this. "What the hell are you doing?" You closed and locked the door, turned around to face him, and found his robe now pooling around his feet.

"I just missed you so much, baby doll. Come here." He pulled you by your arms to him and started kissing you hungrily, then he lifted you up in his arms, and you wrapped your legs around him by habit. You kissed him back deeply. "I just couldn't wait until they fell asleep. I need you so badly." He mumbled against your mouth and held you tightly as he turned towards your bed and threw you gently on it. "Clothes off now." He ordered, and you giggled as you didn't have many clothes on. Only your tank top and your panties. You took them off quickly and saw him already moving his metal hand up and down his hardened cock, and it was leaking pre-cum at the sight before his eyes: you, fully naked on your white bed sheets. All his.

He started at your feet, kissing and mumbling sweet words like miss this, miss you, love you, my doll, my perfect girl, and need you, moving all the way up to your calves, knees, and thighs, filling them with kisses and love bites. You smiled at how needy he was, as if you hadn't woken up in his arms this morning as he was fucking you awake, burying his head in your neck, and marking you there. You had to wear a turtleneck sweater all day long in the middle of August because of his marks on your neck, claiming you as his over and over again as he wanted desperately to show everyone that you are his, but unfortunately for him, you had to keep your relationship a secret because you don't want anyone snooping around or middling in that special bond you and Bucky have.

At first, you kept it a secret because you weren't sure if this relationship would work out or not, and if it didn't, you both didn't want it to be a big deal with everyone walking on eggshells around you guys. But to your surprise, it worked out, and it lasted for a whole year. You both thought the reason why it's going so well between you guys is because you're keeping it a secret, so this is why you try to hide it as best as you can, sneaking around and locking doors, making excuses to go on missions together as it feels like a gateway vacation for you both. Of course, you were working and getting your asses kicked, but you always made things up to make it last longer than it did so you could enjoy your time together and go on dates. It wasn't the best plan, but it made you both happy and got you both closer to each other. And all things aside, you both found it so thrilling and erotic to keep it hidden from everyone and sneak around, having quickies in conference rooms, on the quinjets, in Tony and Bruce's labs, in the gym, on the roof, and in a parked SUV. Because sadly, most of the time you both weren't alone; he was either with Steve or Sam, and you were always following Nat and Yelena around. So you both had to take advantage of any time you found yourselves alone in it.

"Take it easy, Soldat. Don't you remember this morning?" You smirked and rubbed his hair while he was kissing and sucking love marks on your inner thighs.

"I love it when you call me that." He chuckled, moved up your body, and kissed you passionately. He devoured your mouth with his. He pressed his body so close to yours, like you were a part of him. Wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly, afraid you might disappear if he ever let go. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, fearing the same thing. "Want to do nothing except for staying right here, like this, forever, моя любовь" he mumbled, and you moaned against his mouth when you heard your favorite Russian nickname, the one he always whispers in your ear when he tries to tease you in front of people. My love.

He moved his head down and started sucking and biting your nipples, giving each one the proper love and attention they deserve. while moving his hands, lifting your legs up, and bending you in half. You held them up and wrapped them around his torso. He sneaked his fleshy hand down to your cunt and cupped it. Rubbing and opening your lips down there and feeling your arousal soak his hand "All of this is for me, Кукла?" He rubbed your arousal all over your clit, earning some moans and whimpers from you. Then he moved his hand to his mouth and licked his digits clean of your wetness. "Tastes like heaven, as always." He pushed his tongue into your mouth and kissed you like his life depended on it. So passionately, you were slightly getting dizzy.

While getting drowned in his kiss, you felt his cock slowly poking your entrance. He pushed the head slowly inside, and you moaned against his mouth at how hot and hard it felt inside. You felt yourself gushing around him, just for the excitement of feeling his hardened cock filling you up. He moved his kisses to your neck, finding new places there to mark you. He pushed his cock inside of you slowly until he bottomed out, and both of you were moaning messes. You loved hearing him moan and whimper for you as much as he loved hearing the same sounds come out of you.

He picked up a slow and deep pace at first, while his mouth never left yours or your body. You were playing with his hair and moaning his name. "Damn, Bucky. I missed this so much. Please don't leave. I want you, like this all the time." You whimpered in his ear, and you swore you felt his cock twitching when he heard your words. You thought he was going to cum.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're killing me." He breathed hard and started an unrelenting pace, going faster and fucking his cock harder into you. His hand snaked down, and he rubbed quick circles on your clit. You cried out loud and couldn't control your screams and moans anymore. You couldn't handle it any longer, and suddenly, you heard that gushing sound coming out of you. You squirted and came all over his cock. You lost all control of your body, and you felt your walls uncontrollably clenching so hard on his cock. He moaned loudly as he emptied everything he had inside of you; that squelching sound became louder because of your mixed juices, and he couldn't stop fucking everything into you, filling you up, and marking you as always.

You were cut off from your trance by a loud banging on your door, and someone was trying to open your door. "Y/N, are you okay? Open the door." It was Steve, and from the sound of his voice, he was very concerned.

"Fuck, were we that loud?" you panicked and whispered to Bucky.

He chuckled at you and said, "You were that loud, doll, not me." He kissed your cheek while stressing the word 'you'.

Steve kept banging and trying to open the door, saying, "I'm going to break this down if you don't answer me."

"Holy shit," you whispered. "Steve, I'm fine. It's just—II was—Oh." You yelled back to Steve and were cut short because Bucky moved his semi-hard cock and kept fucking his cum into you, very slowly and deeply. "Buck, come on." You moaned quietly, but all this son of a bitch did was raise his eyebrows at you playfully and smirk.

"Looks like Steve will finally find out the slut you've been hiding under your innocent face, doll. And you know Steve loves to gossip with Nat." He smirked and bit your jaw playfully, knowing goddamn well that Steve tells everything to Nat, and Nat tells Yelena, and Yelena has a big mouth and will tell every single one in the compound that Steve saw you being fucked raw by his best friend, and that made you get more startled and out of breath.

"Y/N. What's wrong? Are you sure you're fine?" Steve yelled from the other side of the door.

"Y-Yes, Steve. I- Fuck" Bucky, being the torturous monster he is, he started sucking and kissing that sweet spot in your neck, making you forget you just squirted all over his cock and want nothing but to cum all over his cock over again.

"Don't stop those sweet sounds you make, doll. Let them know who's making you scream like a slut," Bucky whispered in your ear as he never stopped dragging his now-hardened cock in and out of you.

"Y/N?" Steve called. "I'm getting really worried here; I'm breaking down the door."

"No." You yelled loudly. "Stop, please. I'm just having period cramps." You yelled, then put your hand on your face from the embarrassment. Bucky giggled quietly at you, and you hit his shoulder.

"Period?" He smirked at you. "Have I really fucked you stupid already?" He chuckled while smirking at you as his right hand moved to your breast, and he pinched your left nipple playfully, which made you whine at him.

"Really? Do you need anything?" Steve calmed down a bit and asked with a still-concerned voice.

"No, Steve. I'm fine. I have everything I need. Thank you." You breathed out and bit Bucky's shoulder as he couldn't stop giggling and smirking at you.

"Okay. If you need anything, you can text me, I guess." Steve said, and you smiled at his sweetness.

"Will do, Cap. Thanks."

"Why don't you go fuck him instead, huh?" Bucky frowned at you after he pushed all of his length inside and stopped moving.

You rolled your eyes at him and were about to reply back, but Steve's voice stopped you. "Have you seen Bucky, by the way?" He asked from behind the door, and your eyes widened. Bucky smirked and was about to say something loudly, but you smacked your hand on his mouth quickly and flipped him over while his cock was still buried inside of you. You were straddling him now, on top of him, while your hand was still covering his mouth and shushing him.

"No, Cap. Not since dinner. Maybe he's in his room." You tried to stabilize your voice as much as you could as your eyes started to tear up from the burning that Bucky's cock was causing inside of you and your need to fuck yourself on him and cum again.

"He's not. I was in his room right before I heard you, and he wasn't there." He exclaimed. You cursed him and all the gods and everyone at this moment for disturbing your much-needed moment with Bucky like that. "Maybe he's taking a late-night ride or something."

"I was." Bucky mumbled from beneath you, your hand still covering his mouth. You rolled your eyes at him and told him to shut up.

"Anyways, thanks, Y/N. Get well soon. See ya." Steve said, and then you heard him walking away, and you sighed in relief.

Bucky kissed your hand that was covering his mouth, and you looked down at him. You admit he looks so sexy like that, with his messed-up hair, hazy half-lidded eyes, and kind of red cheeks. You removed your hand and kissed him deeply. He flipped you over again, so he was on top of you again and kissing you hungrily.

"I want to try something with you tonight." He smirked and licked his now-swollen lips. He lifted himself up slowly, opened your nightstand's drawer, and took out your vintage video camera. You're not surprised how well he knows its location; he knows every single item in your room like it's his own, as he spends most of his nights here.

The hobby you and Bucky shared and which was the topic of your first-ever conversation was photography. He really loved taking pictures of everything; it was his way of adapting to the new world, and as much as he liked how these new wireless phones had cameras in them, he was old-fashioned and had a nice collection of vintage film cameras. He takes pictures of everything he finds in his way; that was actually recommended first by his therapist, and it had good results for Bucky as he figured out he was passionate about that, so he always had his camera with him. You, on the other hand, had a passion for filming videos and making short movies and vlogs; when you were young, your dream was to be a filmmaker. You chose to be a superhero instead, but no one says you can't make videos and short movies as a hobby. So you always kept your cameras near, and Bucky knew all of their locations.

He opened it and turned it on, pointing the lens at his face and making silly faces to make sure it was recording. You laughed at him and at the silly faces he was making. "What are you doing, Barnes?" You giggled at him and sat up a little.

He smirked and kissed you. "I heard about this show that's based on this celebrity couple that made a sex tape in the 90s, and everyone was freaking out about it."

"Oh, really?" You made a shocked face at him and were playing along as if you weren't the one telling him about that show.

"Yeah. I guess it was a big deal back then." He flipped you over on your stomach as he was kneeling behind you, holding the camera in his hand while filming your naked body.

"Yeah?" You loved this idea but still looked confused and turned your head to face him, surprised he was actually into it.

He pointed the camera at your face and giggled, "Now, we're making one of our own." He raised his eyebrows at you playfully.

"Oh god, Bucky. You are crazy." You laughed and buried your head in the pillow.

"You're the reason, doll. You drive me crazy." He smirked. He grabbed one pillow and put it under your hips to give him easy access to your pussy.

He positioned the camera on the top right of the bed while making the lens focus on your body, and he saw that this was the perfect position from the flipped recording screen of the camera. You made a silly face at the camera and stuck your tongue out, making him laugh behind you. He brushed your hair with his fingers, grabbed it carefully with his hand, and kissed your shoulder. He lined his cock with his other hand at your entrance and pushed himself slowly inside, earning a gasp from you. As he pushed himself all the way inside and bottomed out, he laid on top of you while his grip on your hair tightened, and you arched your back against his chest while moaning out his name.

He started fucking faster into you right away. This position made his cock hit deeper spots inside you, and you could feel him all the way up to your lower stomach, and you knew if you touched it, you'd feel the bulge there. You couldn't wait till you hit your orgasm to see stars and white dots, as you can see them now from how deep he was and how hard he was fucking into you. You can feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, which gave you goosebumps all over, and that made you cry out louder than you already were.

He grabbed your hair harder, pulled your head up from the pillow, and pointed your face at the camera. "Look at the camera, шлюха. Look at yourself being fucked dumb." He whispered in your ear before biting your earlobe and sucking on it. You couldn't control your screams at that point, and you tried your hardest to muffle them on the pillow, but you couldn't because of how Bucky was holding your head up. You were praying silently that no one comes again and disturbs you from being fucked into another oblivion.

His other hand snaked up from your waist to your mouth as he pushed two fingers inside your mouth, and you welcomed them and sucked on them hungrily. You pushed your hips back to meet his hard thrusts, and you didn't know if it would be possible, but he somehow hit deeper, and his cockhead was poking your cervix over and over again. You screamed loudly but were muffled by his fingers in your mouth. Now you know why he let you suck on them in the first place. He doesn't want anyone to hear you either.

Somehow, while he was splitting you in half, your orgasm hit you suddenly like lightning, which made you squirm and shake vigorously underneath him as the overstimulation made you lose all control of your body. You closed your eyes and were tearing up while making all sorts of babbling and incoherent sounds. You didn't notice how hard you were clenching his cock until he was whimpering loudly and shooting his warm liquid inside of you. Filling you to the max. He couldn't handle how hard your soaked walls were clenching his bursting cock, so he pulled it all the way out and continued spurting all of his cum on your cunt and its lips. After your walls relaxed and stopped clenching so hard, he watched how your mixed cum dripped and got out of your swollen and abused hole. He almost drooled at the sight before him, but he proceeded to collect all of that mess between your legs with his fingers and fuck it back into you.

You were too overstimulated and kept squirming and trying to move your hips away unconsciously. "Stop moving, принцесса. We have to make it stick." You were moaning uncontrollably. He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. He started kissing you all over, starting at your ass cheeks and moving up to your shoulder, neck, and eventually your lips.

You tried to kiss back but couldn't because you wanted to breathe more. He smiled and kissed your cheek, grabbed the camera, and stopped recording. He put it again in the drawer, saying, "We can watch that later. Now, let's get you all cleaned up, котенок" He flipped you over on your back again and was going to hold you up, but you stopped him.

"In a minute, please." You yawned, grabbed his hand, and pulled him next to you on the bed. "You killed me, Barnes. At least give me a moment to relax." You hugged him tightly and slept on his chest with his arms wrapped around you.

He chuckled, "If I gave you a minute, Y/L/N, you'll fall asleep, and we need to get cleaned up first." He rubbed your hair and massaged your scalp slowly, trying to ease it from how hard he was pulling your hair before.

"No." You mumbled and hugged him tighter.

"At least, let me clean and change the bed sheets. It's all wet and sticky because of you." He giggled at your childish behavior and tried to get up, but you held him so tightly.

"No." You whined and pouted your lips.

"Come on, doll. I'll make you a hot bath and let you nap a little in it." He drew circles on your arm and kissed your head. He tried to get up again, and you let him.

"Fine. Only if you put that lavender oil in it." You smiled lazily at him and let him hold you up, and you rested your head on his shoulder while he took you to your private bathroom.

"Все для моей принцессы." He kissed you deeply, then sat you on the sink and cleaned you up with a wet cloth after he turned the hot water on in the tub and put some lavender oil in it, waiting for it to be filled. He sat you in the tub gently as he cleaned himself up, wrapped a towel around his hips, and went to clean and change the bedsheets. He came back to the bathroom and saw you napping quietly in the tub. He smiled to himself at how beautiful you looked and went to the bedroom, grabbed one of your Polaroid camera, and took a picture of his sleeping beauty in the bathtub, looking so angelic. He took off the towel and joined afterwards. He sat behind you and made you rest your head on his chest and sleep on him as he kept rubbing your hips and waist from the bruises he caused earlier from grabbing you so hard and tight.

You woke up the next morning in his arms, in clean and fresh bedsheets, both of you smelling like lavender and wearing clean and soft underwear. You kissed his lips softly, and he opened his eyes slowly and smiled at you. "Good morning, Soldat." You kissed him again, and he kissed back.

"It's always a good morning when I wake up with you in my arms, моя любовь" he smiled and kissed you again. "I love you." He locked eyes with you and held your face with his hand while rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

"I love you," you said back, and you pressed your lips to his, kissing him deeply. Never in your life did you think you'd find true love and connection with someone. But here you are, absolutely head over heels for this man in front of you.

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моя любовь = "my love" Все для моей принцессы = "anything for my princess" котенок = "kitten" принцесса = "princess" шлюха = "slut" Кукла = "doll"

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fanofurfics · 2 months

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V-Day 💗

A Bucky Barnes Fic

Pairing: Bucky and FemReader

Content warnings: Pure self-indulgent fluff, alcohol. Minimal use of Y/N.

Word Count: 1664

A/N: So I did it. I decided to try my hand at my first Fanfic and decided I’d write and share it today for Valentine’s Day. This was written in the span of about an hour and minimal edits, so any and all mistakes are mine. Please be gentle with me 🫣 I also can’t stress enough this is purely self-indulgent fluff with our boy Bucky ‘cause that’s what I want today.

You had just gotten off of work and it had been a rough day. Being bombarded by the decorations, flowers, cards. Coworkers talking about where they and their date were going tonight inevitably asking what you were doing. And you were doing nothing. No date, no romantic night in, hell, no obligatory Valentine’s Day sex. When someone would “awe” or pout, you assured them it was fine - you were fine. But now without work to keep you busy, you really didn’t feel like doing nothing at home all alone. Luckily there was a bar right around the corner.

By the time you finished your first drink, you had started to rethink your decision. More and more couples filtered in, though you were sure it would be the same just about anywhere tonight. You started to really feel alone. You were doing another visual sweep of the room when you noticed a man walk through the doors. His deep set bright blue eyes stood out first. His strong brow and the scruff on his face kept you looking longer. You had always liked a man in leather. You catch yourself nearly drooling and spin back around towards the bar hoping he didn’t notice you clearly noticing him.

You go to take a drink and remember it’s empty. Just as you reach out to wave down the bartender, the man takes a seat at the bar, leaving just one chair between you, and calls out to the bartender as well just as she’s walking over.

”Sorry. Ladies first” the blue eyed lone man said.

“Thanks.” You smile. Maybe it's just because you’re feeling a little lonely tonight but that small act of chivalry makes you blush.

It isn’t long after you order your drink that another man comes to approach you with his scantily clad date in tow. “Hey, do you think you could scoot over so my girlfriend and I can sit at the bar?” You fight the urge to roll your eyes but smile and nod. “Sure.” You look to both empty seats next to you and before you can make the move yourself, the blue eyed gentleman reaches beside him and pulls out the chair next to him without taking his eye off his whisky in hand. You take it as an invitation, sliding your drink towards him and scooting over.

“Thanks.” You settle in, grabbing your drink to swirl the ice. “They should’ve got here earlier if they wanted their choice of seats.” You grumble just loud enough under your breath that he hears it and snickers before he takes another drink. His reaction is enough for you to decide to make a little small talk with him. You’re sure the bartender would like it if you found someone else to talk to tonight.

“Thanks for the seat. I’m Y/N.” You hold out your hand to the man next to you and he takes it, giving you a firm but gentle shake.

”Bucky.”

”Bucky.” You smile to yourself.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just don’t think I’ve met anyone with that name before.” You hope you haven’t already pissed him off by saying something stupid.

”Ah. Well now you have.” He gives a polite smile and goes back to watching the tv behind the bar.

After a few minutes had passed, all you could think about was this guy Bucky. It had been a long time since anyone had captured your attention like this. He was tall, had dark hair, and was extremely handsome. He was quiet, and came off broody, but had been polite to you so far. Sure, you had resigned to do nothing tonight, and maybe it was the drinks but now you didn’t feel all that much like being alone. Unless maybe it was with Bucky. You figured what did you have to lose? If you didn’t hit it off you’d be right back where you are now.

You turn in your chair to face him. ”Have you looked around at everyone here tonight? Most of them have been looking at their phones all night.” He slowly turned his gaze to you first to make sure you were talking to him. You looked at him, eyebrow raised and waiting for some kind of answer. The more seconds that passed, you were sure he would say nothing and just go back to his drink. Fair enough.

He looked around him then turned back to you. “I did notice. Must be pretty crappy dates if they can’t even give each other their attention for a few hours.”

He didn’t completely dismiss you! Great! The two of you continue to make small talk and discuss how sad it is that today people are so in tune with everything around them except those immediately near them. You both start listing off other things one could be doing than wasting time and money out with someone when you’re barely going to connect with them.

You’re really enjoying the conversation and as far as you can tell, he is too. You decide to get a little more personal. “So, did your date stand you up?” He’s staring straight ahead as he takes a swig. Maybe you crossed a sensitive line.

”No” is all he says. You can’t help but think you’ve hit a nerve, but you’re enjoying his company so much you have to try and save this.

”Well that’s good. I wouldn’t want to ask out some guy who was feeling vulnerable.”

Bucky choked a bit on his whisky, then looked at you and cocked his head.

You decided to ask before you lost your nerve.

“How would you feel about being Valentines for the evening? Maybe go play some pool or something?”

Bucky looked around the bar but before he could say anything you added. “There’s a place down the street. It's another bar. They serve whisky.” A small smile creeps up Bucky’s lips. He downs his drink and stands to help you out of your seat. “Shall we then?”

The second bar was crowded as well, but luckily you two were able to secure a pool table and had played game after game. In between rounds, you would put music on the jukebox hoping to hear your song between the long list others had played.

Conversation was easy between you too. He obviously wasn’t the most talkative of people but he was funny, sarcastic. And he was also incredibly sweet. The entire time he had gotten you your drinks and even insisted on paying for them. He’d hold your pool stick for you when you went to the bathroom. There was even a moment when he was taking his shot that he noticed some guy coming on to you and not getting the hint that you weren't interested. Bucky walked right up and put himself between you and the inebriated man. “We got a problem?” Bucky asked. The way this man could stare daggers at people was terrifying. And, a little exciting if you were being honest.

The drunken fool decided to push him in the chest and Bucky didn’t even budge. This infuriated the guy who then took a swing at Bucky, who caught his fist in his left hand and with the slightest squeeze, the man was on his knees. “Okay! Okay! Okay! Ow ow ow!” The drunken fool stumbled out of the bar with his tail between his legs after that.

The hours flew and before you knew it, it was last call and you two were the only ones left in the bar. You realized you had had so much fun you forgot about work in the morning. Begrudgingly you decide to call it a night. “Hey Bucky, I’ve had a really great time, but I should probably get going.” You walked over to grab your jacket off of the chair.

”Hold on.” Bucky put up a hand and then dug out a dollar from his pocket as he went to the jukebox. An old Billie Holiday song comes on and as he walks up to you, he extends his right hand. “May I have this dance?”

You can’t hide the grin that beams from your face and he smiles back. The two of you stand there in the middle of the empty bar and begin to sway back and forth in each other's arms. One hand in yours, the other on the small of your back, you feel yourself begin to melt for this man. He pulls you just the slightest bit closer and rests his face against yours. You had been on dates and had flings recently, but nothing with them had ever felt this intimate. This correct. Your heart breaks just a little as the song ends. You wish you could stay in this moment forever. You’re barely able to tear yourself apart from him, but do. Bucky grabs your coat and helps slip it over your shoulders.

“May I walk you home?” Bucky asks as he holds open the exit door.

”Please.” You don’t see it, but he is grinning now too.

The four block walk goes by too quickly and soon you’re on the steps leading up to your apartment building. You’re about to say something but Bucky beats you to it. “Thanks for the great time, doll. This was the best Valentine’s Day I’ve had in a long, long time.”

“Me too” you admit. “And Bucky,… You were the perfect gentleman.”

He scoffs at your remark. Bucky gently grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips giving you a tender kiss. “Goodnight.” Before he can let go, you turn your hand to grab his. “Wait.” You’re nervous, but would beat yourself up if you didn’t take the chance. You hadn’t hit it off like this with someone so quickly. “Would you…would you like to come in?”

Bucky gives the smallest smile and thinks about it. He shakes his head. “Next time, doll.” He kissed your hand once more. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Closing the door behind you, you couldn’t help but do a giddy dance before making your way to your apartment and climbing into your bed to dream, no doubt, about your darling Bucky.

#its my first fanfic and first thing I’ve posted public for others to read #please be gentle #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fan fic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes mcu #Valentine’s Day fanfic #fluff #valentines day

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pinkiebieberpie · 10 months

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shopping with CEO!bucky - he wants to give you everything you could dream of, you are his princess and you deserve everything the best in your life; bucky loves shopping with you, when he is just sitting and looking at you in different dresses, you look stunning in all of them, he wants to take them of your body right here, right now (but his favorite part is still buying lingerie) it's also always so fun with him, you two can take a break for dinner or get some ice cream, he just wants to take care of you and make you happy

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lizmaximoff · 1 year

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Bucky Barnes in the MCU → The Falcon and the Winter Soldier ↳ 1.03 The Power Broker (dir. by Kari Skogland)

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel #marvel edit #mcu #mcu edit #mine #gifs #bucky barnes mcu

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thewxtchwhowrites · 2 months

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Hola, oke no sorry haha. I can’t speak Spanish, just a bit hehe.

I don’t know if you write for request but because I wanted to say Hola I think about an idea now. What about Bucky taking you out for Dinner and your ex is there as well and tries to convince you he is the right one but Bucky is such a sweet gentle man and super protective?

Thank you in advance, even when you don’t write it hehe.💕

Ha. Did you think I forgot about you? Well no darling, it wasn't like that.

Here you have (late, but sure) and at once I took the opportunity to do therapy writing this. I was dumped about seven months ago by my partner, when I received your request, so I thank you very much for the idea, although it took me a while to prepare it.

I really hope you like it and it's what you expect, I interpreted it this way.

summary: you finally come out of an emotional sadness and decide to go out with Bucky to dinner, without thinking about who you would end up running into.

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Beautiful dividers by @cafekitsune

You were carefully walking down the stairs and your heels started making noise as they hit the steps, causing Bucky and Steve who were talking near the door to turn to look at you.

Bucky looked nervous, and it was no wonder, the truth is that he had not been on a date in more than 70 or 80 years, with everything that had happened in his life these last few years since the 40s.

Steve seemed to calm him down, when the blond turned to look at you he had a smile on his lips, he looked like a proud older brother.

As you walked down the stairs you wondered how you had really gotten to this day, and the truth is that the whole series of events had been very convoluted and fun...

Or at least now that you were feeling better.

You had been depressed for a couple of months and it was because your boyfriend with whom you had been in a relationship for five years had broken up with you overnight with a simple message:

"I can't keep doing this, forgive me."

Your eyes began to fill with tears as you continued reading as best you could:

"I owe you what I am today. And it hurts me to tell you this, I don't know, I feel like I'm really screwing up by leaving all these years behind." Your tears no longer let you see, your vision was blurred. "But I want to make that decision and continue alone from now on. Maybe we can be friends in the future."

Bastard. You thought to yourself, it was obvious that there was something strange about his behavior after you both had your last movie date, but you decided not to listen to your intuition even though Natasha had warned you.

"I don't know, honey, I think you should be prepared…" Natasha sat on your bed and sighed, taking one of your pillows in her hands, and noticing one of the photographs you had on your wall where you and your now ex boyfriend ex-boyfriend, were at a Coney Island fair with ice cream on your faces.

"But Nat…" You said while shaking your head. You were delusional, without a doubt. "We've been together for five years, I don't think we'll break up. He's just a little stressed because his business isn't going well."

There were times where your ex-boyfriend would disappear for weeks, claiming that he was busy working or trying to run his business (a music store that his grandfather had owned for many years) and sometimes when you logged on to social media after work, you would notice that he was still online sharing posts or tweeting, although he didn't respond to your chat.

Sometimes he'd leave you on 'read' or sometimes he just wouldn't seem to open the chat, which was… strange.

Until it happened.

Even the final message of that long paragraph of excuses had a rather late apology that said:

"I'm very sorry, not only for the moment in which I'm telling you all this. But also for what I've put you through and how I treated you, not speaking to you for weeks and then coming to you to write all this shit."

That last message definitely led to long hours of crying, especially at night in your room at the Avenger Compound, not wanting to leave your room, maybe just to eat with everyone or for missions, and then return to your room.

You were even more temperamental during missions, you hit harder and you were even more reckless, which Bucky noticed immediately, he knew that attitude and hatred.

The first thing Nat, Wanda, and Maria Hill did when they found out was bring you ice cream and have a girls' night out, which ended relatively well, at least until Wanda put on a movie and the guy's name was your ex's.

A couple of nights later you heard a soft knock on your door, you were crying as quietly as you could and you thought that maybe you had woken up Steve or Nat who were sleeping in the adjoining rooms, when you got up and opened the door, it was Bucky.

"Bucky?" You asked with some confusion.

"I… I brought you this." Bucky took a cookie out of his pants pocket, when you took it you could feel that it was broken. "I accidentally sat on the cookie while I was on my way here on the motorcycle, sorry."

That, even if it was something simple, made you laugh and maybe it was the first time in five fucking months that you laughed sincerely and not in a forced way.

Bucky after you thanked him, he nodded softly with a shy smile on his lips and left saying goodnight.

You look at Bucky's face as a smile began to form on his lips as you walked down the stairs, it seemed like he saw the most beautiful thing on the planet and he even had a small bouquet of flowers for you in his hands.

As soon as you finished walking down the stairs, Bucky approached you at the bottom of them.

"You look…" Bucky started to say, but stayed silent.

"Do I look too dressed up? Is too much?" You said nervously, touching your hair and ironing your dress with your hands at the level of your stomach, it had been Nat and Wanda's idea to groom you as if you were a little doll even though you weren't totally used to it.

“No, you look like an angel…” Bucky interrupted you. He continued to look at you with those blue eyes, it was a kind, sweet look. You felt your cheeks redden and you let out a nervous laugh.

Steve raised his eyebrows at such a compliment, and since you had your back to Steve, he took the opportunity to give Bucky a thumbs up.

"Oh, this is for you." Bucky gave you the small bouquet of flowers that you took carefully, they smelled delicious.

“James, you didn't have to do it." you said in a whisper, looking between the flowers and Bucky.

You didn't remember that a man had ever given you flowers before, your ex in itself was not a person to give you that type of details and you, sometimes, didn't allow yourself to receive them either.

But for some reason with Bucky, the fact that he gave you those details, it felt different.

“It's true.” He put his hands in the pocket of his black pants, nodding at your comment. "I didn't have to, but I wanted to do it."

That comment caught your attention.

Steve patted both of you gently like a father and opened the door to the compound, smiling.

"Have fun…" Steve looked at you and nodded his approval as if you were his little sister. "But not too much."

Steve looked at Bucky when he said that last sentence, that was definitely a warning to him, Bucky just shrugged and let you take his arm as they walked to the motorcycle to Izzy's.

Honestly, you don't know how it happened, but it happened.

You began to spend more time with Bucky as the days and even weeks went by, first he asked you for help to play a prank on Sam by painting Nightwing as if it were a stingray and recording it to show in the group chat that you all shared.

Then you would help him with technological issues or you would end up sitting in the compound's cinema watching old movies while you listened to him tell you things about how things were in those times.

And maybe some embarrassing stories about Steve.

You discovered that he was chivalrous, opening the door for you and even letting you in first by placing either of his two hands just under your back in a protective manner. Even when you had to take something somewhere he offered himself, not allowing you to do it.

Including the bowl of popcorn, because he didn't want you to get burned.

You thought that sometimes Bucky was an exaggerator, but you began to notice that he did things that even your ex-boyfriend had stopped doing after being together for a while.

When you and Bucky went out on the street, he always offered you his right arm, since he felt a little insecure offering you his left arm, the mechanical one. However, that insecurity started to disappear and then he didn't care which arm you grabbed as long as you held his arm when you walked.

The times when neither of you could sleep and you stayed talking, whether in your bed or his, he didn't fall asleep while you were talking about those topics that you were both passionate about, nor did he change the subject, he just watched you with attention.

Bucky even remembered the things you had said to him a couple of months or weeks ago and that you didn't even remember what you had said to him.

You were healing little by little, starting to be you again.

And somehow he was healing too.

If you were at one of Tony's parties or maybe at a mission meeting, sometimes you would look at Bucky when he wasn't looking at you, and the other way around would also happen, and if you caught each other looking, both would just smile like a couple of fools and look away.

One night you heard a soft knock on your door, you recognized that soft knock, when you opened your door it was Bucky again, but he looked different tonight.

"Hi..." Bucky said slowly, seeming a little nervous, his right hand resting on the frame of your door, trying to look casual. "I wanted to invite you to dinner, well, it's not really a dinner."

You could notice and see Bucky's nervousness when trying to say things as he had (probably) rehearsed them in front of the bathroom mirror and he added:

"Or yes, maybe it is, I don't know."

You interrupted his rambling with a smile on your lips, gently raising a hand to the level of your chest.

"Yes..." That's what you said, you noticed how his eyes softened at the fact that you had agreed. "Yes, I'd like to go."

He nodded repeatedly and sighed in relief, letting out a soft chuckle.

"So Friday at eight sounds good to you?" Bucky was clearing his throat, trying to hide his excitement that you had accepted dinner, you nodded. "Okay, I'll see you on Friday."

Bucky quickly kissed your cheek, wished you goodnight, and left without stopping smiling like a fool.

When you two arrived at Izzy's, Bucky greeted Leah with a smile, she seemed surprised but happy that she now finally saw him with someone other than Mr. Nakajima, especially seeing you walk in with him.

You and Bucky sat at one of the tables and you had a sneaking suspicion that someone was watching you, but you weren't sure after all there were more people than usual today, it was Friday.

After a couple of laughs, drinks, Asian food and bad jokes, a few caresses on your hand from his you noticed out of the corner of your eye that someone was approaching the table and you swore it was a waiter.

But it was your ex.

“Y/N…” Your ex said in a firm voice, looking from Bucky reluctantly and then back to you. "What are you doing here with him?"

The audacity of this idiot. You thought as you heard those words come out of your ex's mouth.

"The real question is, what are YOU doing here?" You responded rudely as a frown began to form on your forehead.

"So you're the… man who broke her heart." Bucky told him in a calm voice, but he was really trying to stop himself from smashing your ex-boyfriend's face into the pretty little sushi boat that was on the table, because he didn't want to ruin your night.

Bucky slowly stood up from the chair, making your ex jump a little, maybe he was nervous with Bucky's presence.

And the truth is he should be nervous.

Bucky was quite tall, strong and even if he didn't have a vibranium left arm, he would have enough strength to change your ex-boyfriend's health status to deceased if he tried to go far with you.

And on top of that he had to avoid at all costs breaking the second rule that he had agreed upon with Dr. Raynor in therapy: No one gets hurt.

Your ex scrunched his face in disapproval at Bucky's words, not believing what he was hearing, but now you understood many things, you had been receiving notifications on social networks, especially from Instagram indicating that your ex occasionally looked at the stories you published.

Part of you didn't understand why you continued to have him on Instagram, perhaps because you used that social network very little, but whatever, now you understood what your ex was doing there.

"What? N-No, I was confused…" Your ex started to speak, he even tried to get a little closer to you, but he couldn't since Bucky gently moved his left arm that was covered by a glove. "Now my mind is more than clear and I want us to go back Y/N."

Bucky tried to talk to him by placing his right hand on his shoulder.

"Look, son…" But your ex just moved, removing Bucky's hand from his shoulder.

"Don't call me son, we are the same age, pal." Your ex responded aggressively, while rolling his eyes, looking back at you.

Very few knew that Bucky was actually 106 years old, which if you had been in another situation you would have found it funny.

"Look, I don't know what you've been through in these eight or nine months, but she and I are together, and she's not interested in getting back with you or anyone else." Bucky spoke in a fairly firm tone of voice, being respectful.

You began to feel anxious, you felt your stomach turn not only from nervousness, but from the embarrassment you were experiencing in the establishment, many of the people at the adjacent tables were looking towards you.

"Are you really going to throw away all these years together with me, by being with him?" Your ex-boyfriend spoke softly, as if he was trying to manipulate you. "Y/N? I know you haven't forgotten me, you still love me, I know that."

You looked between both men, there was some doubt in your eyes or that's what Bucky thought he saw in you, maybe it was embarrassment.

You got up from your seat and enter the bathroom of the place with tears in your eyes, on many occasions you had dreamed of something similar, dreams that ended in nightmares that you tried to ignore some nights, many ended with your ex calling you different things like 'bitch', 'whore' or 'ungrateful witch' while throwing things at you or shaking you.

You ended up waking up drenched in sweat many nights, breathing heavily and then crying silently until sleep overcame you, although those tears and nightmares ended up being silenced by Bucky on more than one occasion while he slept next to you, stroking your hair or hugging you in his arms.

You had entered the bathroom and locked yourself inside one of the stalls, you were hyperventilating, you didn't think the wound would reopen again, you really thought you were over that, you didn't know how much time had passed, you were just sitting on the toilet seat with tears in your eyes.

Until your train of thought stopped when you heard the door to the women's bathroom open wide, hearing soft footsteps coming in and seeming to have stopped near the mirror.

"Y/N?" It was Leah's voice, it sounded soft because the bathroom had quite an echo. "Are you okay, do you need anything?"

"He's gone?" You asked shakily, leaving the bathroom stall, as soon as Leah saw you with your makeup smeared with tears, she gently tilted her head, giving you an empathetic look and approached you.

Leah nodded at your question.

"Yes, between Mr. Nakajima, Bucky and I, we took that being out of the restaurant." Leah rolled her eyes, she reached into the pockets of her apron for a handkerchief with a couple of flowers embroidered on it and wiped your face. "I really thought James was going to break his face, I was already thinking about what to replace the restaurant furniture with… they are made of old wood."

Both laughed at the comment, although you also imagined Mr. Nakajima, who had a bad temper, pushing your ex out of the restaurant door.

He was a man with a quite volatile temperament, like Bucky's.

When you returned to the restaurant you didn't see Bucky, he was outside leaning on his motorcycle, you said goodbye to Mr. Nakajima who was also leaving the restaurant with you and of course to Leah, thanking both.

Mr. Nakajima opened the door for you and let you out first.

"Pretty ladies first" Mr. Nakajima said with a kind smile, which made you laugh, and that made Bucky turn his head to the door of the establishment and approach you.

"Are you ok?" Bucky gently took your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

You looked into his eyes and you could feel that he was still upset by your ex's attitude, in fact, he seemed a little uncomfortable, perhaps remembering your look of doubt.

You nodded silently. You had a thoughtful look again.

"Honey…" Bucky began to speak softly, lowering his hands to his sides. It was the first time he had called you that pet name since you had started talking and going out. "I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with."

You remained silent, listening to what he had to say.

"I have nightmares at night, I have anger issues, I'm 106 years old…" Bucky chuckled, looking away from your eyes for a moment to see a couple of people crossing the street during the lonely night. "Even other problems, especially because of my past, so I will totally understand if you want to get back with him."

You didn't know what your expression really was, but Bucky seemed surprised as he looked back at you.

"What? I said something wrong?" Bucky asked, maybe you looked at him like he was crazy.

"I'm really going to have to talk to Dr. Raynor." You said nodding with a smile on your lips.

Bucky looked at you confused, he didn't understand what the mention from his psychologist that he was seeing it had to do with this conversation.

“Oh please…” You rolled your eyes, sometimes you forgot that Bucky was born before penicillin. "It means that I'd be crazy if you think I'm going to choose my ex. I like you, James B-"

Bucky leaned forward, crashing his lips against yours and bringing his hands back to your face, your eyes instinctively closed, enjoying the kiss which became more intense and then you both separated, gasping for air, without saying a word...

You two now knew how the other felt.

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notzawzark · 8 months

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new hyperfix

40s mcu stucky edition

sorry for the borderline shitty art, ive been going through awful art block

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spaceyeehaw101 · 3 months

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Okay so this is just random and off topic for my posts but bro HOW ARE STUCKY SHIPPERS STILL ALIVE AND THRIVING???? Like obv no hate! (I was an HUGE Stucky Shipper in Middle School and still Love the ship) But like oml BRO maybe it was just me who abandoned ship lol💀💀💀But like if ur still in the Stucky fandom my hats off to you! Right on!! Ngl I thought it was gonna be a ghost town, but then again Stucky was one of the BIGGEST ships in the fandom and may or not still be lol. Ngl I miss scrolling through the tag like all the time, it was my biggest comfort ship and I drew art of them CONSTANTLY, like I had entire AUs dedicated to them. Guess hurt/comfort never dies😞, I'm just rambling at this point but still, Stucky shippers u rule.

#you guys are so cool oml #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes mcu #bucky barnes #captain america #the winter soldier #white wolf #stucky fandom #ship talk #steve rodgers mcu

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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Bucky reacting to you purposely teasing and riling him up? Brattaming?? I think yes

NSFW (even though there's no actual sex) - 18+ only please ❤️

You were in such deep shit. Just seeing how red and swollen Bucky’s bottom lip was from him biting at it all night told you as much. You hadn't originally intended to spend the evening making Bucky jealous, but then Thor and Loki started being all flirty and basically just being themselves. Now you were so far into the hole there was no point in doing anything but digging yourself deeper. You really started playing with fire when you continuously let your hand graze his crotch or low belly on occasion, only to suddenly move away whenever he tried to get a hold of so much as your hand. By the time you said goodnight to everyone he was practically vibrating.

When you arrived back at your own front door you shouldn't have been surprised when he managed to corner you between the front door and his own body. Not touching you, but leaving zero empty space between his chest and your back, or your front and the door. Just in case any of his neighbors came into the hallway he didn't want it to look like he was actually hurting or doing anything against your consent. Slowly moving to unlock the door as he made his presence and his demeanor known to you regardless. His hot breath on the shell of your ear sent a tingle running down your spine and made you swallow hard, fighting not to let out a gasp with each word he spoke. His voice thick and low as he growled.

"You thought you were being really cute in there, didn't you? You knew exactly what you were doing, what seeing you flirt with someone else does to me. Then you tease me trying to get me hard and won't let me touch you. I hope you enjoyed all that attention little girl, because I'm not letting you out of our bedroom until it is clear you are mine. Do you understand me?"

You gave a silent nod, knowing he wouldn't open the door until you answered. Just as fast as you stepped inside he was on your heels slamming the door shut behind him and moving you forward so you had no choice but to stumble until he had you bent over face down on the kitchen counter. Using his vibranium hand he pinned both your wrists behind your back and brought his other hand down hard against one ass cheek making you squeak. The thin fabric of the leggings you wore doing little to cushion you from the sting. He quickly moved to press his hips forward against you, letting you feel his hard cock through the denim of his jeans. He then leant down to bite and suck a deep purple hickey onto the crook of your neck. It was only the first of many you would surely bear come morning.

"I'm gonna mark you up so good that no one will dare try to flirt with you even if you try and play your little games. Then I'm gonna fuck you so hard and make you scream so loud the whole block will know what a little whore you are. First though, I want you to apologize for being such a little brat. Are you gonna be my good little slut and say sorry or am I gonna have to make you?"

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val-writesstuff · 1 year

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Dear Diary:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Canon level violence,

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Prologue

Chapter 1 - Not Going Back

Chapter 2

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seashellrosekitty · 8 months

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The Last Dance | Chapter Six

Author’s Note: Hi there! It's been so long. This basically tops last time I took a break in writing for any of my fics. The last three years have been difficult and busy as well. Hope you'll like this. My writing has been very rusty, so I apologize for making this chapter much longer than usual and it lacks imagery too. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Plot: 1940s post-war era. Steve and Bucky are brothers and are teenagers, and they never served in the army because they were too young to join during the war. You find out you’re pregnant with Steve’s baby. Both Steve’s and your parents arrange for you and Steve to get married, but Steve declines. Ultimately, his father offers his other son, James (later known as Bucky), to marry you in Steve’s place.

Word Count: 4.7k (It's long, I know 😅)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (eventually), Natasha Romanov x surprise pairing

Warnings: 18+ Content! Teenage pregnancy, arranged marriage, religious theme, sexist theme, fluff, smut (of course), angst, Steve being a cold jerk, characters coming from the comics (i.e. Bucky’s family), MCU characters appearing in this era (i.e. Bruce is your younger brother and some others who will appear in the next chapters).

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Chapter Five - The City (Part One)

Chapter Title: The City (Part Two)

Days and weeks passed by and you and James have been preoccupied with your jobs.

Your boss, Nicholas Fury, was considerate enough to give you day shifts. You get to arrive home 45 minutes after five - giving you enough time to prepare dinner. Your days at work usually had you glued in your seat beside other women who did the same thing as you - manning the lines and transferring calls from one end to another. Sometimes though, you would be tasked to do secretarial duties - typing documents for Mr. Fury and Mr. Rumlow. Other times, you were sent to deliver the same documents between floors and offices. Their older secretaries weren’t always bothered delivering documents from floor to floor. It was a good break from your routine, so you didn’t mind at all. That gave you more opportunities to get to know your bosses, in a way.

Speaking of which, lately, you have been around your bosses and the people they surround themselves with. You were tasked to take down notes about their meetings and then later sum it up to aid the reports that your bosses write down. It was a good shift from answering phone calls, but sometimes, you wondered why didn’t the older ladies get the additional secretarial job. But you began to understand, and maybe suspect that earning favor from the bosses, especially Mr. Rumlow, wasn’t exactly like you initially thought it was. At home, you began receiving bouquets almost every night; and it’s not like you had a secret admirer. The card always said that the flowers were from “Brock,” as if you were even on a first-name basis at work. At first, you thought it was just a gentleman boss’s courtesy or something, and you even thanked him when you went to work the next day. But when the delivery of bouquets continued being delivered week after week, you started to worry. Plus, it was never the assorted kind anymore. After that one bouquet he sent the first time, the rest that followed became strictly roses. A mix of different colored-roses. White roses. Then pink. Then ultimately, red. Whatever those colors meant, you knew it wasn’t right or even comfortable for you anymore. You didn’t like throwing away fresh flowers, but you did. You had to. And finally, James noticed it when he saw the trash bin under the sink. He called for you as you were just coming out of the shower.

“What’s with the flowers in the trash?” He asked from outside the bathroom. Panicking, you hurried and wore your thick robe even before you could dry yourself off properly. You opened the door, steam coming out of the shower. You held a towel for your hair when you got out. You had a look of worry and maybe, a little bit of guilt. “Are they from Steve?” He finally asked.

“What? No,” For a second there, him mentioning Steve’s name made your heart skip a bit. You wished he didn’t mention Steve or think that the roses were from Steve. Now you wished they were from Steve. Then you wouldn’t have thrown them away. You sighed deeply and tucked a lock of your wet hair behind your ear. “They’re from my boss.”

“Oh. You get a promotion or something?” You shook your head. He raised his eyebrow. “He likes you.” He immediately understood. You sighed.

“He knows I’m married, James. I’ve spoken to him about it.”

“And?”

“I dunno. Didn’t work, I guess. Y’know...he’s the go-getter type. Doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants.”

“Do you like him?” You put your hand over your chest in shock.

“What? Eew, no. Man’s a proud jerk. And old.” Now it was James’s turn to sigh heavily, then he brushed his fingers over his hair.

“Has he been hittin’ on you at work?” He asked, clenching his jaw. It took him 5 seconds to form that question instead of asking you what he really wanted: Did he lay a finger on you?

You tried recalling it, and you thought it was nothing major. “No. He always kept me around though. In meetings with other bosses and an’ol that stuff…” You trailed as you walked towards the bedroom while drying the tips of your hair with the towel. James followed. “But sometimes, I feel like he’s feeling me up with the way he looks at me,” Your voice shook a little as you admitted. “Does he know you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah. They were pretty upfront about my personal life since the interview. You know, high school dropout, just got married and pregnant.” You wished you didn’t have to say that.

“Hey,” he said softly. “We’ve talked about this, din’t we? You’re going back to school when you’re ready.” You turned around and looked at him sadly, then nodded. “You’re no dropout. You’re just taking a break, that’s all. Like me,” he smirked and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Whenever he did that, your mood just lifted instantly. You smiled at him.

“All right...Go. It’s your turn in the shower. You smell like shit,” You said, grinning then closed the door before it got too awkward. James was left staring at the door, smiling, before he went to take that shower.

The next day, everything went as they usually do at the construction site. Except, James was in his head. He didn’t talk as often as he normally did. It was only 12 noon. The buzzer for the first lunch break went off. The workers went down and ate at the small, specially-built cafeteria on the ground floor. The buzzer then would go off again after 30 minutes for the next set of workers scheduled to have their lunch. James mindlessly took his portions of food and also mindlessly sat at one of the tables. He probably didn’t even notice how preoccupied he was. All he knew was that the feeling he had was familiarly bothersome. When his shift was over, the buzzer went off again. James was chewing on a toothpick when he was walking. As soon he was in sight, Natasha Romanov called his attention.

“Heading home?” She asked him. James simply nodded. “What’s up?” “There’s something I wanted to ask you. You in a hurry? Mind sitting with me for a bit?” “Nah, I got time. Can’t stay long, though.” “Great.” They walked out of the site after clocking out. Natasha offered to buy him a hotdog for the trouble, and he accepted. “You’re bothered about something,” she remarked. “That’s not a question,” he shot back. Then sighed and looked away. They sat on a bench just in the opening of Central Park. “Well. Yeah. It’s probably nothing…” “It’s your wife, isn’t it?” Natasha wasted no time. “Is it that obvious?” He asked, making her scoff, and then he sighed again. “It’s just this guy, y’know. Her boss. He likes her. Sent flowers over. In our house, mind you. Think I should worry?” Natasha squinted at him, then gave him a lopsided smile before answering. “You’re asking me as if you weren’t worried already,” was all she said. Her lopsided smile was replied with a guilty, shy smile from James. “I mean, I’d worry too. I’m sure your wife isn’t into her boss or something. I’d say you shouldn’t worry, but don’t let your guard down. And don’t go doing stupid things out of jealousy. ‘Kay?” James looked at her blankly, with contemplative eyes.

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On Saturday that week, Betty, Mr. Fury’s secretary called you at 6:30 in the morning to tell you that you had to report to the office. You were still in bed when you answered the phone, but the moment you were told, “Mr. Fury needs your assistance today. Better hurry, darling. He doesn’t like his employees late.” “Shit,” you muttered, pushing away the covers. You politely apologized and reassured Betty that you would be on your way before hanging up. James groaned on the other side of the bed. He rubbed his eyes as he sat on the bed. “Where you goin’?” He asked in a hoarse voice. “I gotta get there before Mr. Fury arrives at the office,” you replied without looking at him as you rushed, opening the cabinet to look for the right dress. You chose the one you were saving for Monday but grumbled about that since you carefully planned your work outfits. “I’ll drive you,” James offered. His voice was a little louder than when he first spoke. You stopped in your tracks and turned around. “Really?” You asked with googly eyes. He simply smiled and said, “Yeah,” then you joyfully laid your dress on the bed and knelt on it on one knee so you could give him a quick hug. After that, you hurried to the bathroom to shower. When you were done and got back to the bedroom, the bed was already made and James was gone. A few minutes later, he called from outside the bedroom and told you that he’d be waiting in the car. You yelled back an “OK!” as you hurried to put on makeup and fix your hair.

It was only five minutes to seven but you wished the elevator went down faster. As soon as the doors opened to the ground floor, you ran out until you found the car outside. James already had the motor running. You could easily see from the entrance of the apartment that he was chewing a toothpick - a habit you rarely saw him do since you got married. You went inside the car all flustered and rushed. You rarely rushed to work because normally you went in at 8 A.M. and you took the trains. You sighed heavily as you readied yourself for the trip but James put a paper bag on your lap. “Here. Made you some toast.” He started driving the car into the road. “Crap. I totally forgot about lunch. Thank -” “That ain’t lunch. Eat it now,” he said as he glanced at his rearview mirror. You stared at him like a child who just got a surprise candy. “My Gramma always told me never to go to work on an empty stomach,” he added. You gave him a grateful smile and thanked him as genuinely as you could sound. He nodded once and winked at you. He smiled a small one on one corner of his mouth. As you went on to open the bag and take a piece of toast, his smile widened to the other corner of his mouth.

The drive took about 25 minutes, so you got there just before 7:30. The bag of fresh toast was already consumed by the time you arrived. You weren’t sure yet if you were going to be working all day like in the weekdays, but James said he’s going to call you at lunch so he’d know if he could pick you up from work. You declined because you thought that maybe he had other things to do, but he insisted, and you agreed to wait for his call at noon.

James drove around Manhattan, just checking out the town and giving himself some time to think. He thought about the future. He thought about Steve. And you. And your baby. And he thought about Rumlow. Eventually, his mind went back to the conversation he had with Natasha. And before he realized it, his stomach growled a little loudly. Good thing he just passed by L&L Automat, a diner that had a perfectly vacant parking spot for him. He pulled over and parked in that spot and got inside the restaurant. He observed the green and pink chiffon-colored walls of the diner as he walked over the counters, and then went ahead and sat on one of the counters. A dirty-blonde waitress, wearing the same green and pink chiffon uniform approached him. She was already holding a coffee pot ready to serve it. He noticed her nametag displaying her name - Angie.

“What can I getcha, hon? Coffee?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks. Please,” James responded and continued chewing his toothpick. “Can I get some breakfast too?” “Sure, hon. We got bacon and pancakes. Eggs and some schueblig sausages.” “Sounds good. Think I want bacon and pancakes. Could you throw in some eggs, too?” The waitress nodded. I’ll tell the cook,” She replied, then poured his cup with black coffee. “Well, it’s certainly a surprise seeing you here,” a familiar slightly raspy voice suddenly said. James looked over his shoulder and saw Natasha. She looked more relaxed than usual in her navy blue summer dress. The red waves of her hair fell to her shoulders more freely than when she was at work, where her hair was done and pulled in pins. James chuckled and waved at her as he took a sip of his cup of coffee. “Aren’t you a little too young for that?” She smirked as she sat beside him.

“Very funny, Romanov. I’m not 12.” There was a pause. “You here often?” “Pretty much,” She said then leaned over to him to say almost in a whisper. “My girlfriend works here.” She glanced at the waitress with a smile. “No way. Angie?” He asked in surprise and raised his voice, making the waitress turn around to look at them. She then smiled a big smile and joyfully walked towards them. “Nat! Oh, I didn’t know you knew this handsome fella.” “You do, actually. I told you about him. Newly married fella? Angie, this is James Barnes.” She turned to James. “Barnes, this is my good friend Angie Martinelli.” They shook hands as he smiled and said hi to her, then she went to get his order for him. As soon as Angie came back with his food, James asked, “So, uhh...how long have you two been...friends?” The two ladies exchange smirks but Natasha answered. “Oh, I think...five years? That was when I first moved here. But we’ve been close friends since…” she trailed off as she gave Angie a doting look. “...two years ago.” James smiled as he nodded at that and began eating his breakfast. They talked over coffee and breakfast and James realized that it was the first time he had any real fun conversation with other people since this whole thing started.

As the conversations faded in his earshot, he remembered the days he had in high school. In a fast recollection, he remembered going to the music store or hanging out in his father’s garage, tinkering old cars. Other times he hung out with his friends and tried a smoke or two, maybe even shared a bottle of alcohol just to make sure nobody got home drunk. As quickly as that reminiscing happened, he also thought about what the future might be like. He thought about how his and your life together had become so uncertain even though it was supposed to head to a planned path. “You’re in your head again, Barnes,” Natasha remarked. James just looked suspiciously at her, but she gave him back an equally suspicious look, furrowing her eyebrows. “Where is your wife?” “You’re asking me like I killed ‘er or somethin’.” “Nah. You’re a wuss. You act all tough - chewing that disgusting toothpick all the time but deep inside? You’re a little puppy dog.” Natasha said with an almost flat affect. “Come on, what’s goin’ on?” James rolled his eyes at her. “She was called to work this mornin’. Drove ‘er there. Might pick ‘er up for lunch or somethin’.” He put a fresh toothpick in his mouth again and added, “Why do you keep askin’, anyway?”

“Like I said. You’re a little puppy dog.” James rolled his eyes as he shook his head. Natasha chuckled and nudged his shoulder. “Look. You’re my friend and...you’re in a deeper bind than you acknowledge.” Her tone became more serious now. It’s as if James just realized that he did have an actual friend in Natasha. That they were more than just boss and subordinate, more than coworkers, and definitely, more than the friendly banter they keep having. He looked at Natasha with eyes that showed her a deep pain and frustration, but also a lot of grit. “Why don’t we take a walk?” She suggested. They left the diner. James said goodbye to Angie and Natasha told her that she’ll be back around 10, just about the time Angie would be getting off from her shift. James and Natasha walked around and all the way to the park as they talked about James’s situation. It was the first time that James told anyone else about the deal with Steve and marrying you, and you having Steve’s baby. His friends back in Red House only knew that he was going away to get married. He never told them to whom he was getting married to, but he figured that by now, everyone probably already knew. He didn’t exactly want to leave Red House. He liked it there so much.

Occasionally, he visited Pastor Phil Coulson just to talk about life. He never told anybody, but he always saw Pastor Phil as the father he never had. He thought of him sometimes, too, especially when things got difficult to handle. He thought of what Pastor Phil might say to him. At the back of his mind, he knew that Pastor Phil would tell him to talk to his wife about everything. But he wasn’t ready. So, having Natasha listen to him felt refreshing to him. He needed ears that were not part of the whole family drama.

“I knew you were in some kind of bind, but I didn’t know it was this messed up,” Natasha remarked. “Had a feeling that your problems were beyond your years, though. A 17-year-old like you shouldn’t be thinking ‘bout this stuff.” They stopped walking to sit on a bench. James couldn’t help but think about his brother - the 18-year-old who should be dealing with this stuff instead of him. Instead, he’s in Oxford thinking about school or dealing with term papers or difficult professors or how to stay awake at night when there’s plenty to study.

“Hell of a brother you have.” “He didn’t volunteer me. My Pop did.” “Did you really just defend your coward of a brother?” she sneered. James glanced at her blankly. Natasha shook her head and sighed as she looked away for a second. “Look, I don’t know what you and your brother’s dynamics are, but you gotta step up, Barnes. Besides...what’s this cool-looking-toothpick-chewing look you’re going for here when you just let your family walk all over you?” They both snorted at that. “Dammit, Romanov,” he said and they both burst out into laughter. The laughing faded and she made her tone a bit more serious. “I still can’t believe you did this. I’d do anything for my sister if I had one, but not clean up a mess like this.” James nodded softly as he looked down on the ground, nervously swinging his knees together. “I don’t mind cleaning up Steve’s mess,” he said, eyes locked on the cemented ground. “But I can’t have her living in this mess by herself.” He said sternly as he turned to Natasha with the surest of eyes.

***

By 11, James drove back around the block of your office and parked near a payphone. He got out of the car and crossed the street. He kept a lollipop in his mouth this time as he decided he should walk around to keep pace with his racing thoughts. There was plenty of it. He ran past conversations he’d had with people who mattered to him. It was a good exercise in the legs and mind, but then it was already 11:15, and he decided to call ahead in case you had to stay at work until the afternoon then he could buy you lunch instead. When he called, an older, warm voice of a woman answered the voice. “Brock Rumlow’s office, this is Betty, how can I help you?” “Hello, ma’am,” he greeted nervously. “I’m calling for a [Your Name] Barnes. May I speak with her?” “Why, yes,” Betty said on the line, her smile could be heard in her voice. “In fact, she’s just coming back from the powder room. May I ask who is calling?” “Oh, it’s..James. Barnes. Her uh, her husband.” Betty no longer responded and a soft rattle could be heard on the phone as she passed the receiver to you. James then heard Betty saying to you, “It’s your husband, darling.” Then she whispered, “He’s got a lovely voice.” That made him smile to himself. You finally took the receiver from Betty and gave her a shy, awkward smile after receiving that remark. “James?” “Hey, doll. You comn’ home for lunch? I’m ready t’pick you up anytime.” “I - I haven’t asked yet. The bosses have been all busy with meetings all morning.” “Oh...you busy too?” “A little. I’ve been retyping reports. I’m starving,” you mutter. “But lunch should be at noon.” “Why, yes, Ms. Barnes,” Brock Rumlow’s voice emerged in the background of your end of the phone. “I was just about to ask you to have lunch with me. I have an extra plate of Steak Frite I’m sure you’d love.” The sudden intrusion in the phone conversation surprised you and left both you and James shocked in silence. “What?” James asked, his tone a little bit irritated. “Nothing,” you whispered. “It’s my boss.” “That’s your boss, all right,” James replied with a bit of a sarcastic tone. You panicked, as you haven’t answered Mr. Rumlow yet since you’re standing frozen in front of Betty’s desk, the phone receiver is still glued to your ear. “M-Mr. Rumlow. I’m sorry, I...I’ve made plans with my husband,” you stammered as you made up a white lie on the spot. On the other side of the line, James blushed, his eyes darting everywhere as he thought of things to say to or do your boss would insist on taking you to lunch. Brock Rumlow tilted his head and smirked at you. “You’re lying,” He smiled at you as he stepped closer. “Come, let’s have lunch. I insist.”

“That’s it - I’m coming to get you,” James said firmly. “N-no James, w-” he hung up the phone before you could tell him to wait. Meanwhile, James storms into the building, rushing towards the floor you’re in and finds you just outside Rumlow’s office, you and your boss standing by Betty’s desk. You just put the receiver back down and seeing James walking towards you in a rush still surprised you even though you knew he was coming. You called out his name with a bit of a surprised tone as you turned to walk towards him in an attempt to stop him from whatever he might do. James glared at the sight of your sharply-dressed boss who was looking and smirking at the trouble he sparked in the both of you. “Is that him? Your boss?” He stopped in his steps as you gently held his arms to stop him from getting closer to Rumlow. You nodded but whispered and begged him to not cause any trouble. Everyone else on the floor started noticing the ruckus he’s causing. “James, please…you don’t have to do this.”

“Come on, doll. He’s straight up asking you out and you’re just letting him?” “I’m not…I told him we had plans. Now come on…calm down…” You spoke calmly, but worry was already coming out of your voice. James couldn’t even look at you as his fierce gaze on Rumlow already looked like he was beating him up in his mind. “Ah, you must be the lucky husband - Mr. Barnes,” Rumlow taunted him, smirking confidently at him. James hated his guts and hated his remark on him being the “lucky husband” as he clearly meant it dirtily, making him pull away from you and rush towards your boss and shoved him. “What the fuck’s the matter with you, huh? Askin’ out my wife to lunch like that?” He shoves him again, Rumlow not at all fazed by the display of aggression. “James! Stop it already!” You finally yelled, catching your breath as the whole situation was aggravating. James realized his fury and took a step back, his jaw still clenching. Mr. Fury comes in from the hallway, getting all the attention this time. “Now, now, what the hell is goin’ on in here? And who is this angry young man who’s just about to beat the shit out of you, Brock?” Nick Fury asked everyone in the room with a loud voice, standing tall as he commanded silence in the whole floor. Everybody looked at him in surprise and a bit of fear for being caught being in the middle of this drama. “Well?” “M-Mr. Fury - I-I’m sorry…this is all my fault…” You began. “The hell it was! It was this guy,” he gave Rumlow another shove with one hand. “-inviting my wife to lunch and sendin’ her flowers at home like she weren’t married already!” “James! That’s enough!” You hissed at him, making James even more upset. You turned to Mr. Fury. “Sir, what my husband is true, and I apologize for his demeanor just now.” You looked down a little. “It won’t happen again.”

“Hmm. Thank you for showing up this morning, Ms. Barnes. You been a great aid today.” He turned to Rumlow. “You better explain yourself in my office.” Then he turned to James. “I’d watch my temper if I were you, son,” then gives you a small glance as if to tell James that women don’t like it when their gentlemen get violent. James looks at him, anger still written all over his face. “Now go have lunch with your wife and take her home. You two have a lot to talk about.” James didn’t say anything and just nodded once and walked towards you. “Get your purse. We’re goin’ home.” Still upset, you pouted as you rushed to your desk to get your purse, desperately wanting to avoid the look everyone is giving you. As soon as you got your purse and walked towards him, James took your hand and you walked into the elevator together. As the elevator door closed, you angrily pulled your hand away from his.“Look, doll, I’m sorry…” “Oh, so now you’re sorry? That wasn’t your place, Barnes!” “Yeah? Whose place was it to tell him off then, huh?! And don’t you dare say Steve ‘cause-”

“It was my place, James! Mine! I should get to tell him off, not you!” Your nose flared as you gripped the leather string of your purse on the top of your chest. “Fine. But it’s not like you were ready to stand your ground when we were on the phone.” You looked down as you realized he had a point. You weren’t as quick to stand up to yourself as you would’ve wanted. “But you had no business rushing to my workplace and making a scene in front of everyone like that. And shoving my boss! You embarrassed me.” The elevator door opened before James could respond. You walked out of the elevator and passed through the lobby, the both of you walking in a bit of a hurry out of the building. He pointed to where the car was parked and he rushed over to the car to open the door for you. You got inside the car, still showing him that you’re upset. He got in the driver’s seat, held the wheel and sighed and then turned to you. “Look…I’m sorry I embarrassed you..ok?” You avoided his gaze and said nothing. “But it wasn’t just that, James!” You were suddenly about to cry as your hormones decided to act up. “You know how hard it was for us to find jobs…” James looked down as he gripped the wheel tighter, realizing his mistake. “I’m sorry..I wasn’t thinkin’.” “No, you weren’t,” you shook your head and sighed sharply, tears nearly welling up in your eyes. James was about to add something but you interrupted with a resigned tone as you looked away. “Just drive…”

To be continued in

Chapter Seven - The Speakeasy

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"My Girl"

Pairing: (tfatws)Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sam took Bucky clubbing one day to ease Bucky's tension and bad temper then Bucky met you and since the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew that he wanted you to be his girl.

Warnings: flufffffffff, smut, Sam & Bucky being sarcastic, alcohol, alcohol consumption, making out, nudity, dry humping, oral (f receiving), protected/unprotected sex, d in v sex, drunk friend, sergeant kink, Bucky being obsessive, lipstick stains and marks, cum eating, overstimulation, lots of fluff + smut.

This smut was somewhat inspired by the song Girl by The Internet (feat. KAYTRANADA)

AU/N: hey guys, I've been having the worst writer's block and I've been writing this piece for almost 3 months now. My job is taking all of my time and consuming my days that I barely have time to write so this is the reason why this piece might be a little longer (5.9K words) than my previous ones lol. Hope you enjoy it and I'd like to remind you that English isn't my first language so excuse if I misspelled or mispronounced anything.

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It was a somewhat normal Friday evening. Sam and Bucky just finished another successful mission in Europe, and they needed time to relax. Sam knew about that great club in New York and begged Bucky to come and blow off some steam. Eventually, Bucky agreed to drink, spend time with his best friend, and maybe see how people nowadays party. They entered the club and headed to the bar right away before the club owner himself came and greeted them and told them he had a private VIP table for them on the east side of the club. The two Avengers thanked him but wanted to have a few drinks at the bar first.

"Gosh, Steve would've hated this," Bucky shouted due to the loud music, feeling a little uncomfortable as he's not used to loud music, not used to people drinking and dancing around wildly like this, and also not used to crowded places like this. Sam laughed at his comment and gave him a glass of whiskey.

"Believe it or not, buddy. I brought Steve and Nat here a couple of times, and they didn't actually hate it. They were uncomfortable at first, yes. But after a few drinks, I kid you not, Steve almost went home with three blondies who promised to show him "how grateful they are for him saving the world" until Nat and I had to actually grab him by his shirt and drag him out of there." Sam chuckled while telling the story, and Bucky almost spat his drink out of his nose, laughing.

"Yeah Yeah. That does sound like Steve." Bucky kept chuckling as he swallowed the rest of his drink. He put the empty glass on the bar and asked the bartender for a refill. His eyes roamed the place, looking at the people on the dance floor, then his eyes landed on you.

You were dancing your heart out and wearing that new short, tight black dress that had no sleeves, feeling kind of tipsy from the three or four drinks you had. Your hair is all messed up from the heat of dancing, which made some of your baby hair stick to your forehead due to sweat. Bucky couldn't keep his eyes off of you; he didn't know why, but for him, you were so attractive, with that tight short dress hugging all of your curves perfectly, your hips and body swaying to the music, and your shiny, beautiful hair swaying and moving with your body too.

He kept staring at you, lost in your beauty until he felt a rough hand hitting his shoulder. "See something you like, Barnes?" Sam raised an eyebrow at him, following Bucky's intense gaze at you. "Go dance with her," Sam chuckled, pointing at you with his glass.

"No fucking way, Sam. I don't dance." Bucky took a deep breath and swallowed the refilled glass in just one sip. He put the glass again on the bar table and motioned for the bartender to refill it again. Somehow all that built-up and buried sexual energy in him started to resurface as he got reminded that the last time he had any sexual interaction with a woman was in the 1940s. He really needed to take it out of his system and ease that sexual tension inside of him. He knew that he had to do that one day or another. Hell, Sam even knew and noticed that too, as Bucky's anger issues and frustrations were getting out of hand and Sam had enough of this attitude. He thought that maybe with a few drinks and a nice night out, Bucky might be less tense. But when a pretty lady gets Bucky's attention and he starts to act all frustrated again, it all clicks for Sam now, as the reason behind Bucky's frustration is just built-up sexual energy. Poor Bucky hasn't gotten laid since the 40s; he must feel like a virgin now, Sam thought.

Bucky kept staring at you and the way your body moved to the music until he saw you moving toward him with one of your friends. You were headed towards the bar while laughing with your friend, and you moved and stood very close to him and shouted the names of some drinks for the bartender. He could smell you. You were sweaty as hell, but for him, you smelt so nice and sugary; your body and hair smelt like a mix of coconut and jasmine, and he loved it so much that his body stiffened and he stood straight, trying his hardest not to look at you and the way you kept scratching your scalp and flipping your hair from the heat you felt from dancing. You took out a scrunchie from your purse and tied your hair up in a messy ponytail, and he almost fell on his knees as he saw drops of sweat running down your neck. You were so hot and beautiful, he thought he'd lose his mind.

Sam was standing on the opposite side of Bucky and you, watching Bucky's reactions with a smirk. "Hey ladies, can we buy you some drinks?" Sam said this to you and your friend, startling you both out of your conversation. Your friend looked at him and Bucky and gasped loudly.

"Oh my god! You're the Avengers!" Your friend screamed, which made you get confused, and you looked carefully at Sam, then turned your head and found very hungry blue eyes looking back at you. Your mouth opened a little at the sight before you. You thought that this was literally the most beautiful and handsome man you'd ever seen in your whole life. You both kept holding that intense eye contact; you didn't realize you were so close to each other until your friend pushed your shoulder to grab your attention, and you almost fell on him. Bucky was quick, and he held you by your waist and helped you stand up straight, never breaking eye contact.

"Are you okay?" He said that as your heart kept beating so hard and loud, you were very nervous, as you had never had that much tension with anyone before—even your friend and Sam sensed it. You nodded your head at Bucky while smiling nervously, then tried to breathe normally as you felt like you were choking out of air. You also felt that strange sensation of tingling between your legs. You couldn't help it; as per lots of previous experiences, you were well aware that alcohol makes you horny. But alcohol plus the hottest man you've ever seen—that was too much for you, and you felt out of breath.

"Y-You don't need to buy us any drinks, we were actually getting those last drinks and leaving afterward," you said nervously to Sam as you held your friend's arm. You smiled with a nod at the bartender when she put the two drinks you ordered in front of you and your friend.

"What? Noooooo, Y/N, I wanna stay," your drunk friend whined. "You can do whatever you want to me, Mr. Falcon." Your friend flirted with Sam and touched his hand and squeezed it while winking at him, which made Sam blush and smirk at her.

"Oh, I think you had enough drinks already." You cringed at your friend, squeezed her shoulders, and pulled her away slowly to leave.

"At least, let us drive you home." Bucky's voice behind you said that, and your breath hitched. You were trying your hardest not to interact with this man because, you swear, you were so close to jumping on him and doing very unholy things to him.

"Y-You don't have to." Your voice was shaky, and you tried to keep your friend steady.

"But we want to. Please." He touched your arm softly, and you got goosebumps all over, feeling hotter, and that tingling feeling between your legs was more unbearable.

"Okay," that's all that you managed to say, as there's nothing on your mind now except for the various positions and ways he could fuck you with. Yes, you were that horny.

Sam got his wallet out and paid for his, Bucky's, and your drinks. You kept holding your friend, afraid she might trip and fall. Meanwhile, Bucky was walking beside you, guiding you to the main exit and shielding you from the crowd. He was very gentle and kind to you, and you just couldn't stop looking at his strong, veiny hands and imagining them wrapped around your neck.

By the time you got outside the club, Bucky had guided you and your almost knocked-out friend to the parking lot, where Sam was already waiting there next to the black SUV. Normally, you wouldn't ever consider going out or taking a ride with strange men you just met at the bar. This is a never-in-a-million-years action from you. But your cautious side left the room when you acknowledged that these are the actual Avengers and they couldn't ever hurt you. And if they did, you're going to make a hundred percent sure to sue their asses afterward. You smiled at yourself at that thought, and that caught Bucky's attention.

"What are you smiling at?" Bucky said to you as he smiled too. Your smile dropped immediately as he caught you off guard, and you felt so embarrassed. Of course, you're not going to tell him you were just thinking about suing him if he did something to you, and that made you smile. What the hell are you? A psycho?

"Ummm, nothing." You smiled awkwardly. "I am just a little drunk." And you awkwardly laughed. 'Gosh, can this get any weirder?' You thought to yourself.

"Are you okay?" He said this in a concerned tone while opening the doors of the backseat in the car and guiding you and your friend in. You nodded at him with a smile, sat your friend carefully in the backseat, and seated yourself next to her. Bucky got in the passenger seat while Sam started driving and pulling out of the parking spot.

"So, do you ladies have a place, or are we going to drive all night?" Sam said this in a sarcastic tone while opening the Google Maps app on his phone. He gave the phone to Bucky to start typing your addresses in the search bar.

You laughed at Sam's question. "Yeah, but Y/F/N lives closer, so can we drop her off first, Mr. Falcon? Shit. Sorry. I mean Sam." You cringed at yourself for calling Sam Mr. Falcon like your friend did. You don't know if it's because you feel awkward, or the tension between you and Bucky, or the four drinks you had earlier.

Sam and Bucky laughed softly at Sam's new nickname, and that made you feel more awkward, and that made you laugh nervously. Bucky noticed that and said, "That's okay. I call him sometimes "Daddy Falcon," just like those girls on Twitter, just to tease him."

"Hey man, what the hell? You promised you would not say that again. Why are you telling her, you freaky cyborg?" You laughed so hard at the way they speak to each other and their weird nicknames for each other.

"Wait, What? Cyborg? Is that your actual nickname?" You laughed at Bucky while your friend was napping silently with her head on your lap.

"No, actually Bucky is my nickname," he overstressed the word 'Bucky' while looking at Sam, giving him a death glare, which made you giggle more. "But Sam just loves giving me a hard time."

"What? Man, who's giving who a hard time with that "Daddy Falcon" bullshit? I ain't nobody's daddy." Sam said while focusing on the road. You can't stop giggling at this point.

"Whatever, Sam. I'm sorry, okay? Truce?" Bucky said to Sam, smiling and looking at you from time to time through the rearview mirror.

"Fine," Sam said while still looking at the road ahead and rolling his eyes at Bucky.

"Shit, can I put the location on the map? because I think we're close to her apartment." You snapped out of your laughter and motioned with your hand for Bucky to give you the phone and type in the location. Bucky handed you the phone, and you started typing in your friend's apartment location, which was only five minutes away from your current location. You handed the phone back to Bucky, and he started directing Sam to the location. *

You made sure your friend was comfortable and sleeping well in her bed after you took her shoes off, tucked her under the blanket, turned off the light, and left. Buck and Sam were waiting for you downstairs outside the car. You walked toward them and smiled, saying, "I'm so sorry guys, we've been such a huge burden on you tonight. I really appreciate your help and kindness. Thank you."

They both smiled at you, saying stuff like "Don't mention it", "It's okay," and "We're happy to help." The three of you went into the car again, and Sam started driving to your house. The distance from your friend's apartment to yours was around fifteen minutes, so you started chatting with them and getting to know them better. You learned that they were staying here at the Avengers Tower and that Sam is not from around here usually, but Bucky is from Brooklyn. He kept telling you about his life back then, in the forties, and how he was adjusting to this new world. You and Sam joked a bit about Bucky's age, but he didn't mind it. He actually laughed at some of your jokes.

You were startled by the voice of the GPS lady saying, "You've arrived at your destination," and you felt upset for leaving them too soon. You exchanged numbers with Bucky and Sam and promised them to hang out with them soon and have brunch.

Out of politeness, you invited them over to your apartment for some coffee, and Sam agreed right away, while Bucky was just thinking about it. You were kind of surprised by his immediate agreement, which made you question if they had other intentions towards you. But you brushed these thoughts away when you saw that kind, loving, and gentle look in Bucky's eyes when he looked at you.

As soon as you got out of the car and were guiding them to your building's entrance door, Sam stopped in his tracks and exclaimed loudly, "Oh shit man, I forgot." You and Bucky stopped and looked at him, worried.

"I promised Sarah I'd call her tonight, and I completely forgot. Man, I hate when this happens. She must be worried, thinking something happened to me or else. I've got to go. Sorry, Y/N. It was very nice to meet you. We'll catch up soon, okay?" He gave you a small hug and pulled away. “Sorry, Buck, I've got to head home. You have Uber on your phone, right? Remember, I taught you how to use it." He smirked and winked at Bucky, who was, by the way, giving him the most deadly glare ever as he connected the dots and figured out Sam's plan to leave you and him alone. "You finish that cup of coffee first. I think you need to sober up a little." He gave Bucky a small hug too and whispered something in his ear that you couldn't hear, even though you tried eavesdropping. "Again, Y/N, very nice to meet you. See you later. Bye." He sprinted to his car, went in, and started to drive off.

"Okay, so I think it's just the two of us then." You smiled at Bucky and turned your head away from him to open the building's door with your keys. You guided him inside and went to your apartment, which was on the third floor. You opened the door to your apartment, invited him in, and apologized for the mess, which was not so messy, but you just felt awkward. Especially in the presence of him and the fact that both of you were finally alone in the privacy of your own house, which made the very unholy thoughts about him grow wilder.

You both took off your jackets and sat on the couch. You excused yourself to go make the coffee, but as soon as you stepped into the kitchen, you forgot that you ran out of coffee this morning and that you were supposed to go buy some the next morning. You cursed at yourself and felt so embarrassed. You went back into the living room and found him texting on his phone. Little did you know that he was texting Sam "very uncool" for what Sam did and for that lame excuse to leave you both alone.

When he noticed you were in the living room with empty hands and pouting lips, he asked if everything was okay. "I forgot I ran out of coffee this morning; I'm sorry." You pouted your lips and dropped your shoulders. He smiled at how cute you looked right now. "I have tea if you like." You smiled at him, and his gaze turned so softly toward you.

"Tea would be great. Thanks." He said it, smiling. You hopped on your feet, turned, and went to the kitchen, making tea for you and him. After six or seven minutes, you returned with two hot mugs of tea. You handed him his mug and sat next to him on the couch.

You started chatting and talking about everything and anything. Despite all the talking and chatting, without your awareness, you both started to get closer to each other. It was like your bodies were magnets for each other. The tension thickens, and both of you can't help but stare at each other's lips while talking, drinking tea, or doing anything else. You noticed that he licks his lips before saying anything, and he noticed how you bite your lips when you're concentrating on what he's saying or when you're staring at his lips.

After an hour or so of talking, you noticed that you were so close to him now that you could feel his hot breath on your face and how he was controlling all your senses now, with his hands touching your leg, his musky and minty scent surrounding you, and his blue eyes gazing softly at you. You were snapped back to reality when you became aware that you both hadn't said anything for the past ten minutes, and you even forgot who stopped talking first or who said the last word. You were just staring and looking at each other with very hungry eyes for one another.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered while looking at your lips with his lustful blue eyes. Your heart skipped a beat at what he said as you became too excited and became more aware of the wetness growing between your legs.

You nodded as you tried your hardest to hide your grin. "Words, Honey. I need to hear you." He said this while looking at your eyes, then moving his gaze to your lips again as he moved his hand up and held your chin up while moving his thumb on your lip, pulling the bottom lip down and freeing it from between your teeth. You didn't notice; you were biting your lips the whole time.

"Yes, please." You whispered, but it came out more as a whine. He smashed his lips against yours. Kissing you passionately and hungrily. He poked and licked your lips with his tongue, asking for permission, which you happily granted him, and you opened your mouth to him so he could devour you more with his kisses and tongue.

You were so lost in the moment and in him, and you kept tugging and pulling his shirt, asking and wanting more. He pushed you down on the couch with his body and laid on top of you, making out with you fiercely. Needing you more than you need him. You started lazily pulling his shirt up while bending and lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist. You felt his erection poking and rubbing your inner thighs, which made you moan into his mouth.

He pulled away and started taking his shirt off while you were lifting your short dress up to your hips and waist, exposing your black lace underpants. Suddenly, you felt like you were rushing into things, and the situation between you two escalated too quickly. You don't want him to have the wrong idea of you, just as you don't want this to be a one-night stand. You want more. You want him to be yours.

"I-I just want to say that I don't do this at all." You said this while panting from the heat of it all and from that passionate make-out you just had.

"Do what?" He frowned and was confused. He thought you were backing out, and he was just embarrassing himself by taking his shirt off, thinking there could be more to this.

"I don't take guys I meet in the club home and sleep with them; I don't do one-night stands." You helped yourself sit up with your elbows while he was sitting and straddling you.

"I don't do one-night stands either." He smiled at you and cupped your cheeks as he kept moving his thumb on your lips. "I just can't help myself around you and can't help how my body reacts to you. I never had this feeling or attraction to anyone before." He pushed you down and started kissing your exposed neck. "Fuck, you're so beautiful. I've never seen such a beauty like yours before." He looked into your eyes while grinding his hardened length into your clothed core. You moaned slightly, which was an opportunity for him to bury his tongue in your mouth again.

"Can you be mine for tonight?" He groaned against your mouth while still grinding into you. "Can you be my girl for tonight?" He started leaving wet and sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone, moving down to your chest.

"Yes, please, Bucky. I'm your girl." You moaned and wrapped your legs around his waist again while your hands kept rubbing and playing with his hair.

You noticed the scars on his left shoulder near his metal arm, and you suddenly remembered who he really is and his dark past. You wanted to reassure him, so you started kissing the scars on his shoulder and paying more attention to them. "You are perfect, Bucky. So perfect, I could just eat you." You said this to him while grinning and tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. You could clearly see his gaze soften and his cheeks turn bright red as he chuckled shyly.

"Look who's talking." He smiled and started kissing you passionately again. "Can we take this to the bedroom, plum?" He kissed your cheek and kept moving down, kissing your neck and collarbone.

"I was about to tell you that. The condoms are in the bedroom, anyway." You said that out of breath. You felt his arms wrapping around you and hugging you tight to his chest as he pulled you up in his arms and held you tight as he stood up, and you directed him to your bedroom while filling his neck with kisses and noticed the red marks of your ruined lipstick on him. You took a look at his face and found his mouth all smeared with red lipstick. You smiled at that sight. "This shade looks very flattering on you, Sergeant Barnes." You giggled and swiped your thumb on his lips while cupping his cheek in your palm as he was smiling like an idiot at you.

He turned on the light in your bedroom and threw you gently on the bed. He threw himself on you after taking off his dark pants, while you removed your ruined dress and threw it on the floor, leaving the two of you bare-chested. You kept making out more with him while he kept grinding his length on your clothed cunt and moaning in each other's mouths. "Can I?" he panted as he hooked his fingers on the elastic band of your underpants, asking for permission to take them off.

"Yes, please." You breathed out and lifted your hips off the bed, making it easier for him to take them off. He removed it gently and threw it across the room. He placed both of his hands on your knees and opened your legs widely. He gasped a little at the picture in front of him—your soaking wet cunt bared to him as you're fully naked underneath him with your perfect-rounded breasts moving up and down because of your panting and your perked nipples being so tempting for him to just suckle on them all night long. His mouth was open, and his eyes were full of nothing but hunger and lust as if he were eating your body with his gaze.

"Fuck, you're perfect." His hands slipped so nicely and easily from your calf up to your hips, and he started circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. "I want you to be my fucking girl forever." He started kissing your body all over. From your hips to your arms to your belly button to your breast, he kept sucking on your nipples for a little bit. All of that while his metal hand never left your cunt, as he kept rubbing it and toying with your sensitive clit with his fingers. "If you let me in, doll, I don't think I'd ever be able to leave." He looked into your eyes while saying that.

Seeing the look on his face and the way his eyes were lost in yours, you got the feeling that it wasn't just some dirty talk and that he actually meant it. "Then don't leave, sergeant. Make me yours." You pulled him in for a long, deep kiss that left you both out of breath. You gasped loudly as you felt his finger enter your hole suddenly and stretch your it.

He pushed another finger in and kept pumping them slowly inside of you, curving and scissoring them and stretching you.

You can't control your need for him and his throbbing cock inside of you, as you can already feel it nudging your inner thigh and feel the wetness caused by the precum. "Sergeant, please, I need you. Stop teasing." You whined and pushed your hips up a little, signaling to him how desperate and needy you are for him.

He chuckled and asked you about the location of the condoms, and you motioned to him their location in the drawer of your bedside table. He lifted his body from on top of you, took off his boxers, and went to the condom drawer. He took some, threw them on the bed next to you, took one in his teeth, unwrapped it, and put it on his cock.

You looked at the four or five extra condoms next to you and looked at him, confused, with an evil grin on your face. "Don't worry, plum. You're my girl now, remember? And tonight, I get to fuck my girl as much as I want. And I really want to keep you impaled on my cock all night long. Is that okay with you, doll?" He was massaging your inner thighs and mirroring your evil grin.

"Yes, sergeant. I'm all yours to fuck." You teased back and opened your legs more, giving him more access. He smirked at you and lined up the head of his cock with your entrance. He started to push in slowly while you wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him closer, which made him push half of his cock into you. You cried out at the burn and stretch of his cock, which you thought was carved by the gods because of how magnificent and big it is.

He pushed his cock into you until he bottomed out. You felt so full that if he switched the angle, he'd be able to touch your cervix with the head of his cock. He was that deep in your cunt. "You're so tight, doll. So perfect for me. Fuck, I won't last long." He groaned as he started moving and thrusting slowly. You just can't control your moans or cries at that moment, and you don't care. His name was falling out of your mouth like a prayer as he picked up the pace and started to thrust faster and deeper.

He lifted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders. This new position made him go even deeper, and as you thought, his cock is hitting your cervix and that deep spot in you that makes you scream like a woman possessed. He hugged your legs with his left arm, and the other one was pressed against your lower stomach while his thumb was moving in circles on your swollen clit. You were so close, and your throat started to itch and soar from your uncontrollable screams and cries. You've never been fucked that good, you thought to yourself. He was hitting all the right spots, moving at the perfect pace, and just being irresistible enough to make you fall in love with him. He stole your breath away from that first glance at the bar, but now? Now he was fucking you like he knew you, your spots, and what you wanted and liked. It's like you were made for each other.

Your orgasm crashed into you suddenly, and by then you were just a whimpering mess. Bucky didn't stop and kept fucking you through your orgasm, making it last longer and focusing on pleasuring you more. You were clenching around his cock like crazy, and he kept moaning and whimpering like a teenage boy losing his virginity for the first time. He snapped and emptied his load inside of you as his thrusts got sloppier. "Fuck, doll, I think the condom broke." He noticed that when he looked at where your bodies were connected and saw that big cut on the head of the condom. He chuckled softly and looked at you.

You pulled your legs down from their positions on his shoulder and lifted yourself up on your elbows to see how it broke. "What the hell? How did that happen?" You were panting, then you looked at him and chuckled at that dumb accident.

"I don't know. Maybe because of how hard and fast I was going and with your cunt choking my cock like a vase, I'd say I'm surprised it snapped like this instead of being taken off by the pressure." He giggled, moved his head down, and kissed you. "But don't worry doll. I got you." He pulled himself out of you and moved down your body until he was face-to-face with your swollen cunt. "I'll make sure you get all cleaned up." He said this before lapping and licking your mixed white liquid. Which didn't help your oversensitivity and made you get overstimulated quickly.

"God, Bucky, I'm going to cum again." You cried out, pulled on his hair, and pushed your hips up a bit, almost riding his face. He hummed and groaned while sucking your clit and shaking his head. That made you fall off the edge quicker and you came and gushed all over his face.

He didn't stop until he cleaned you up of everything, and you kept twitching and shaking from the overstimulation, but it felt too good to tell him to stop. After he fulfilled his promise and got you all cleaned up with his tongue, he pulled away and threw himself on the bed next to you after taking you in his arms first and hugging you closely. You lifted your leg over his and hugged him back. You both kept cuddling for a while in your bed, trying to catch your breath while looking at each other and smiling like stupid kids.

"Thank you." He said it softly and kissed your forehead. while stroking your arm gently.

"For what?" You smiled in confusion and looked deeply into his hazy blue eyes.

"I'll tell you later, but now my girl needs to rest for a while because I'm not done with her yet." He tickled you, and you both were laughing and enjoying each other's presence so much that you didn't want to leave each other for one second, and your hands couldn't get off one another.

Of course, the rest of the night you spent it talking and learning more about each other, and to take a break from all the talking and trauma dumping, you kept fucking like rabbits. You don't know how or when it happened, but you fell deeply in love with him and wanted him to actually be yours.

The next day, you woke up and found him making breakfast in your kitchen. You were so happy to find him discovering things in your kitchen and making food, and you wished silently to wake up every morning to this sight. Later, while you both were eating breakfast, he asked you out on a date and told you how much he liked you, enjoyed your company, and wanted to be your boyfriend. You agreed immediately and kept making out with him for the rest of the day until he had to leave because of an emergency meeting that occurred in the tower. You found it so hard to let him go and kept clinging to him, even when he was getting dressed, but he promised he'd come right back to you once he finished the meeting. You eventually agreed to let him go, and he told you he'd take you out for dinner tonight as your first official date. You gave him one last passionate kiss, and he left.

Later on, and after hundreds of dates and dating for almost a year now, he finally told you what he meant by thanking you after you both hooked up for the first time ever. He explained to you how this was his first time having sex since the forties, how he had that built-up sexual tension and frustration that almost made him lose his mind, and he started to feel insecure because of that, and how it all changed when he slept with you for the first time, and how you made it so easy for him and let him get back to his old self and feel like the old Bucky again, whom he thought was dead since that moment he fell off that train in Europe. Your relationship with Bucky was the best thing that ever happened to the two of you. You both changed each other, helped each other grow, and found out what being in love is actually like. He literally said "I love you" after the third week of being together and during a very hot love-making session, which was the best sex you've ever had in your life. Bucky was the best lover you could've asked for, and you were so grateful for him and for that night out with your friend in that Manhattan club that you were reluctant to go to in the first place. It was fate that brought you together.

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allandoflimbo · 10 months

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I C E P R I N C E S S 10

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary:

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.

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You hear him call your name before you see him.

"I heard you were going to the cabin trip." He says.

You turn around after his question.

Steve.

"I am." You reply.

"I'll be there, too! I'm excited, it'll be fun."

You sigh. You didn't understand his playful tone. What was he getting at?

"I hope so. Now that I think about it, I do need it." You say.

"You do." Steve says. He notices your eyes drop and he brings you in for a hug that you mutually respond to, "You'll have a blast, Bunny." Whispers into your hair; "You're going to have a great time, I promise."

At the end of the hallway, Bucky is watching your interaction.

He swallows hard and blinks.

He didn't expect this. He didn't expect the jealousy he'd feel at seeing you talking to your ex. Because he realizes that is exactly what he is feeling right now. Pure goddamn jealousy.

He hates everything about this. He hates how he's clearly developed feelings for you.

He can't stand the way your arms tighten around Steve or the way Steve's hand runs over the top of your head.

Steve's already hurt you once before, what's to say he won't do it again.

Bucky sighs and runs a hand down his face.

He was screwed. He had feelings for you.

At first he had thought it was just a crush, but this was different than that. Seeing you with Steve confirmed that for him.

He walks away, refusing to look at the scene in front of him any longer.

Bucky wasn't listening to you. His mind was running on a hundred miles per hour since he realized what he was starting to feel. The second he stepped foot into your home today he knew things were different. He felt different now, sitting here in your room, hearing to your voice explain school work.

He can't look up at you because the second he does, he won't be able to look away from those eyes of yours.

How did this even happen?

"Question five. Biggest Strengths and Weaknesses?" You ask, going down the list. Bucky sits crisscross from you on your bed. He doesn't respond as he bites his lip. "Bucky?" You try calling his attention.

He's been distracted all night. He's not usually like this, you note.

You nudge his leg with your foot when he still doesn't respond.

"Biggest strengths and weaknesses?" You ask again, frowning. You pondered if you should ask if he's okay, but he beats you to it.

"What the deal with you and Steve?" He asks. His gaze is still on the notebook in his lap and he's scribbling.

The question catches you completely off guard. For a second you think maybe he's joking, but everything about him, his eyes and his tone, screams extremely serious. You don't know what to make of it at all.

"He's my ex. But we stayed friends." You explain slowly, "why?"

He shrugs an arm and licks his lips.

"Just curious. I saw you two together today."

You keep watching his behavior and you notice the way he hesitantly finally starts to look up at you. The look in his eyes sent something down your spine.

"Yeah," you say, voice coming out a little hoarse and you clear your throat, "we're friends. Just friends."

He keeps eye contact with you and then reaches over to grab his water bottle. You watch as he gulps down his water.

You look away as you feel a heat in your cheeks. What was happening?

"And your friends really are genuine about being nice to me now?" He asks once he's closing the water bottle.

You look back at him sympathetically. You close your notebook and place it down on the bed.

"Yes. I told you they are." You reach over to grab his hand and surprisingly, he returns your hold. He grabs tightly onto you, "Just stay away from Matt. None of us like him. He's a leech that won't unstick. But all of us; me, Sam, Sharon, and Carol, hell even Steve, like you."

You feel him rub this thumb over the back of your hand.

"Okay." He says.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," he keeps looking down at your hand in his and he runs his thumb over it once more. You both stare at it silently.

"Bucky—"

"Y/N—"

You both say each other's name at the same time, but it doesn't matter. It's interrupted by the sound of Bucky's phone vibrating next to him

He frowns and picks up quickly.

"What?" His face falls and you instantly become worried, "Okay where? But she's okay?" The look in his eyes break your heart. Bucky stands up and runs a hand through his hair, "Okay, I'll be there in about a half hour." He looks back at you and your heart does that hammering thing again. He looks away from you as you get up and follow him, "Is there anything I should bring? Okay. Bye."

There's a change in his behavior as you walk up behind him. Something was wrong.

"What happened?" You ask softly.

You feel the urge to reach out your hand and touch his back, to show some kind of comfort.

He turns around and he's giving you the sweetest look you've ever received in your life.

"I'm sorry. I need to go."He walks around you and starts to pack his things up.

"Bucky, you can tell me." You follow him again, "I want to be there for you."

Bucky is too distracted by the thoughts in his head to hear you.

"I'll text you later, okay?"

And with that he was out.

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"So she's going to be able to have the lung transplant sooner?" Bucky's father asks the doctor.

"That's correct. Because she's deteriorating faster because of what happened, she's been pushed up on the donors list. We're making calls as we speak. We just need to find a match and she'll be booked for surgery." The doctor explains.

Bucky's leg is bouncing up and down as he listens to the doctor. He's worried for his mother and he's scared. At the same time, he's also relieved and hopeful that she will finally receive new lungs.

But he knows they are on a limited time.

Just like that, Bucky feels a pull in his heart. He didn't want to do this alone. And the kind of companion and support he needed right now wasn't from his father. Bucky can feel his heart in his fingertips as he pulls out his phone and finds your number.

- if you want to come meet up with me, I'm here

He sends you the address

- mom isn't doing too well, but she might get her surgery soon.

Not even two minutes pass before his phone vibrates.

| I'm on my way

A half hour passes with no new news.

Bucky looks up at his father who sitting right across from him, his hands on his face. He gets up and slowly makes his way up to him. Bucky crouches down in front of his dad.

"She'll be alright. Mom has been through worse. Everything will be fine, I know it." Bucky tells him.

His dad drops his hands and sighs. He smiles sweetly at his son and ruffles his hair.

"You're a good one, you know that?" Bucky smiles back. His dad frowns at him, "you've changed." Bucky is the one that frowns now, "you're more, I don't know, laidback. Less worried. Happier."

Bucky just stares at his dad and contemplates what he's saying.

Was he right? Was Bucky really acting different? Happier? The nagging feeling in his heart and brain knows why but he's afraid to acknowledge it right now.

Y/N was his study partner, sometimes friend. That's all. He's hated you since fourth grade. It's just because you've been spending a lot of time together and he's overthinking it.

It's not because he's never seen someone skate as beautifully as you, or because of your naturing care for people like how you'd always have little snacks ready for him to take him to his parents, it wasn't because of how genuinely wrong he was about your unkindness, and it wasn't because of how funny and dorky you were, and it most certainly wasn't about your chocolate chip cookies, or when you told him you wanted to be a doctor while you both skated around an ice rink.

"Bucky?"

Bucky quickly turns his head towards the door to the waiting room where he sees you. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts about his feelings for you that it's like whip-splash and he doesn't find the words to respond to you. You're standing there, a concerned look on that face of yours, and all he can think about is how he never saw this coming.

He slowly stands up and you and him meet halfway.

Her eyes dart behind him.

"That's my dad." Bucky says quietly, "we're waiting for news on her now." The uneasiness in his voice doesn't go unnoticed and you slowly move in closer to him.

You step on your tip toes and reach up to wrap both your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He's surprised at first, but it doesn't take him very long to reciprocate, his own arms wrapping around your middle.

He wasn't overthinking it.

N E X T C H A P T E R

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes smut #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes mcu #winter soldier fanfic #modern au

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pinkiebieberpie · 1 year

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valentines day with dilf!bucky - let's start with fact number one: bucky is a romantic type, he would cook a dinner for you, buy you flowers and small gift (or a big one), everything is going to be perfect with him!! he also loves you so much, words can't describe it; and we should just say it, his love language is 100% physical touch ♡

bucky moodboards + blurbs

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lizmaximoff · 11 months

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Bucky Barnes in the MCU → Avengers: Infinity War (2018) dir. by The Russo Brothers ↳ "Where's the fight?"

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #avengers #infinity war #avengers: infinity war #marvel #mcu #marvel edit #mcu edit #mine #gifs #bucky barnes mcu

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thewxtchwhowrites · 5 months

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the winner takes it all

summary: you and bucky had a relationship in the 40s that ended after he asked you to leave him because he knew he wouldn't come back and years later, he returns to your house to discover that you made your life without him.

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 1562

warnings:

a/n: my native language is not english, so i'm sorry if there are any mistakes, and in my defense, i didn't know what title to give it (i was just listening to Mack Loren's version)

While you were baking cookies and singing a Doris Day song in your kitchen, you thought you heard a knock on your front door, you stopped singing for a few seconds and then resumed the song.

You heard again, the knock on the door, it was heavy.

Who could it be? It wasn't Patrick, he was working and had a copy of the key. Thought.

You headed to the door to open it, still with flour on your cheeks.

"I'm sorry for…" Bucky began to speak, taking off his Sergeant's cap that was almost undone. "For appearing like this in your…"

When he looked up, he saw you with a six-year-old infant in your arms, and his face paled.

You were nervous when you saw it, the war was over, and you had made your life after Steve announced to you that he had died in the war, falling off a train during a mission.

"B-Barnes?" You asked shakily, his tired gaze went to your hand, the one you were holding the baby with, you had a ring.

"You married…"

His voice sounded a little sad, and what did he expect? The last argument they had both had before he left for war was not a good way to end things.

"I think you should go." You murmured, placing the baby on the floor, the little boy looked at Bucky for a few seconds with a small smile on his lips and walked step by step to a toy that was nearby. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you again, Steve told me that…" Bucky interrupted his words as he looked at the baby and squeezed the Sergeant's cap with his fingers, he swallowed nervously. "How old is he?"

"Two, but he'll be three in about two months." You responded without looking at him, you had your eyes on the baby, you smiled when you looked at him, he was beautiful, you felt how he looked at you in amazement. "It's not yours if that's what you think."

There was a moment of silence between them. You sighed, you knew it was a lie, but after all it was what was best for your son, and you should think about him. Now you were married to someone who accepted you knowing that you were pregnant by a fallen soldier, or that you believed to be fallen.

"I know this may be forward of me, but can I come in?" The question left his mouth with doubts, he felt nervous despite having fought against the Nazis and having lived and seen the horrors of war firsthand, he still fought bravely and overcame everything.

But this scared him, no, this definitely terrified him.

He was afraid of seeing you again and that you would reject him by fixing things, although given the situation he saw before his eyes perhaps it was already a little too late. Three damn years late.

"If not, that's fine, I'll still be brief, because I don't want to bother you, or the child, or your husband." While he finished speaking, you moved away from the door, letting him pass.

You knew this could be a mistake, especially when you knew your husband was working. You looked outside making sure no one was gossiping and closed the door behind him.

Bucky admired the house in amazement, it was beautiful and very well decorated. He noticed that there were plants everywhere, he smiled when he noticed it, it was something Bucky knew you always wanted, when you finally arrived in the kitchen, a smell of cookies filled the place.

The delicious smell entered his nose, leading him to a fond memory of when you gave him and Steve vanilla cookies and scolded them for wanting to eat them hot.

"I didn't think you would continue baking." Bucky spoke in a low voice, he sat down on one of the chairs at the kitchen counter carefully, you noticed that perhaps he had had a wound on his leg, you thought if it was from a bullet or a knife.

And why should I care how that wound was caused? You thought.

A few seconds later, Bucky watched as small feet followed you. The six-year-old infant stared at the soldier who was sitting in his kitchen. It seemed to catch his attention, and perhaps he knew that whoever was now sitting there was not the usual man.

You picked up the infant and placed him in his stroller, ignoring Bucky for a few more seconds as you gathered your thoughts.

“Stay there, little naughty…” You smiled, tickling his chubby belly and making him laugh and move his little hands and feet. As you leaned in the chair to put the infant in, his gaze couldn't help but go to your butt, to how the skirt hugged your curves in a spectacular way.

After so many years, it was still a spectacular sight for him. When you turned to look at him, he immediately looked up, scratching his jaw and pretending he wasn't looking at anything specific.

"It's a hobby I've always had, James. Even before you." This time, you spoke to him with a serious expression and tone of voice.

James…

He closed his eyes when he heard you say his name, he had forgotten what it was like to hear it with the tone of your voice, despite the circumstances you said his name with affection.

"Listen, I…" He started to speak while you took out a tray of cookies that you had grabbed badly, you dropped them on the kitchen counter, making a metallic noise, Bucky was startled and remained silent for a few seconds with his eyes closed.

You had forgotten that not a few weeks, maybe a month ago, the war had ended, some soldiers still had that post-traumatic stress that was activated by certain sounds.

You expected him to react after a minute, but he didn't.

"I'm sorry." You approached him while he had his hands almost covering his ears, when you lean a little towards Bucky to remove one of his hands, he turns his face and looks at your collarbone.

"What is this?" Bucky, without asking permission, touched your shirt and moved the collar to the side. You had a bruise that was already turning yellow.

You got nervous when you stood up and adjusted your shirt, and then picked up the cookies that fell on the kitchen counter when you dropped the tray.

"I-It's nothing, James, I've just been hitting myself with things." You stuttered. You heard the squeak of the chair sliding on the floor and Bucky approached you with a frown, you hadn't seen that angry expression on his face in years. “No, James.”

Bucky rested his elbows on the kitchen counter, leaning towards you and grabbing your wrists with deliberate force.

"Did that bastard hit you?" His voice was thick, you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You opted to shake your head nervously. "How long has he been doing it? Why is he doing it? Have you told Steve about this?"

He knew you were lying, you both had known each other since you were teenagers, and Bucky recognized even the smallest gesture in you. You kept shaking your head at the string of questions he asked you.

He recognized every mole, every strand of hair, the way the tone of your voice changed when you lied, the way your nose wrinkled and your eyes narrowed when you smiled.

When you got angry and started drumming your fingers on any surface, or when you were nervous and played with your fingers.

"Where is he now?" He asked as he let go of you and looked at the tray, with the cookies messy between the tray and the counter. You shook your head again, lying. “Where the fuck is he?”

Your eyes began to water as you remembered the times the man you were engaged to, Patrick, would sometimes hit you when you protested and the days he would return drunk after going out with his friends or perhaps hanging out with other women.

He told you to your face that your baby was the son of a poor devil who died in the war.

You could hear his patience running out, and he began to raise his voice, the baby began to cry, distracting him from his anger, realizing where his mind was going if the little one hadn't cried.

"At work." You muttered, as you approached the baby and gave him a small kiss on his forehead, calming his crying.

You heard what seemed to be a door, you thought it was your husband returning from work, but when you turned around you were alone.

You didn't see James again, but you know that after that day, Patrick came home with a black eye from work.

He started treating you like a queen, giving you flowers every other day, taking you out to dinner on special days and treating you with respect, he stopped hitting you.

According to him, the black eye was due to the fact that he had tripped over something at work and fell on his face.

After a few days, you noticed that Patrick stopped drinking.

And he also stopped calling the little baby "a poor devil's son."

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Finding Memories. Chapter 14.

Series Summary: Waking up with little to no memory of her past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world she quickly learns runs on chaos. But she’s not the only one trying to figure out her forgotten backstory. Bucky Barnes, along with the other Avengers, can’t help but sense that there is a lot more to the whole situation than a diagnosis of amnesia. Her background slowly starts to come forward in pieces of her past and hidden information discovered. Who is she? And why was she in the room they were meant to destroy?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader

Word Count: 4300+

TW: Torture, cussing, and blood.

A/N: There is a power mentioned in this chapter for another character that I wanted to give you all a little more information on in case if doesn’t make sense. Density changing is exactly like Visions power that allows him to walk through walls and make himself walk through when fighting. Here is a link to the power if that still doesn’t make sense. Hope you all enjoy! I’m excited to write the next part soon:) xoxoxoxoxo

Chapter 14:

"Stark. What do you want?"

His tone seemed harsh, but truthfully he was more confused by the call than annoyed.

"Straight to business as always, I see," Tony groaned on the other end, making Bucky roll his eyes. "Listen, I need to talk to you. Can you please come down to my garage?"

"I don't have any information to share with you if that's what you're wanting," Bucky countered, turning to look at Y/N who was scrubbing a few extra dishes in the sink.

"It's not about-," Tony pulled the phone away mumbling things before collecting himself for the phone call. "I want to apologize. I have been a shitty teammate and I want to hear your side of things."

Bucky was in a state of shock. His mouth was open but no words were coming out.

"I don't think I heard you right," he finally spoke up. "I heard the word apologize at some point, but I must have dropped the call or something cause it's not making any sense."

"Stop being so difficult and get your ass down to the garage before I change my mind," Tony grumbled before hanging up the phone.

Bucky was hesitant about the whole request, but it wouldn't hurt to see what he was getting at.

When he made it back to the sink, Y/N had finished the last dish and was closing the dishwasher.

"Everything ok?" she asked.

"Yeah, all good. Stark just wanted to talk about some of the security changes we're making," he played off. "Need help with anything else?"

"No, I think I got it all taken care of," she took a towel and dried her hands as she surveyed the counter for anything she may have missed.

When she saw she was clear, she looked back to him where he was staring and smiling at her. Once again she blushed, and he was kind enough to look away again and redirect the conversation. Even if he would rather continue to fluster her after learning how much he liked that look on her.

"Whenever you're ready for bed, just let me know and I'll help you get set up," he offered.

"Oh right," she nodded, looking at the clock on the oven. "I know it's getting a little late, but would you be up for one more movie tonight?"

He grinned at that and nodded. "I'd be ok with another movie. But can we do some other classics outside the '70s?"

"Fine by me," she smiled back and they began walking to the room.

While Bucky brought some pillows and blankets from her room to his, Y/N went and brushed her teeth and did her nightly routine.

As he was laying the last blanket at the foot of the bed, his phone vibrated showing a text from Stark.

Tony Stark: Are you coming down or are you going to keep avoiding me?

He rolled his eyes once again at his impatience and sent a quick response.

Bucky: I'll be down in a minute. I'm busy.

As suspected, Tony sent back a snarky remark and Bucky debated if the billionaire really wanted to make amends.

After he told her where he was headed for a short while, he made his way down to the garage as quickly as possible, not caring for Y/N being unprotected.

"Stark," he shouted walking in with a purpose.

Tony turned, he was typing away on a computer that had no screen beside the thin air it manifested itself in. He shut it down after seeing the stalking soldier.

"Barnes," he greeted. There was a second of silence as Bucky waited for him to lead since he didn't necessarily want to be down there. "I'll just get to the point. I was an ass, but we weren't shocked by it, yada yada yada. But at the same time, I was just looking out for the entire family."

It was short and to the point, but that was fine by Bucky. It was better than most of the guilty apologies he tended to make.

"It's not that I don't understand your perspective, Tony," Bucky sighed, tired and annoyed by this cycle they seemed to always run. "I would never want to bring harm upon the people that we consider family and anyone else that could be affected by my choice. But when I see someone who can't fend for themselves, it's not in my nature to just walk away and hope that someone else comes around to pick up the pieces."

"Why does it have to be you that picks up the pieces?" Tony asked with true curiosity.

"Why does it have to be you that protects the entire universe?" He quipped back, knowing that their answers would be similar.

"Touche," Tony eventually nodded. "We'll revisit that therapy session another day since there are more important things than our life philosophies," he continued on moving to hand Bucky hard files. "Even for being a million years old, you're certainly not handicapped in the technology department, but I know you also like hard copies, so here."

Bucky took it apprehensively and didn't look at the contents yet. He was a little shocked that Tony had gone through a few extra steps in order to get the hard copies together instead of just sending him a link.

"What's in here?" he asked, worried about the multitude of things it could be.

Tony stared at him for a second before bowing his head as he leaned on the closest table.

"You said you thought other enhanced beings may be involved," he said, pausing before finishing his findings.

"I never told you that," Bucky looked at him, hinting at the time he had cornered him and practically ordered him to give him the new information.

"You think I don't have cameras and audio in that room?" Tony chuckled. "Come on now."

"I wiped that from the system before we even left the room," Bucky countered.

"Oh, Barnes," he sighed standing up and walking closer to him. "When will you learn I have back up to my backups," he said with a tight lip smile. "That's beside the point. I know what I know, and I know you were worried about other enhanced or mutants getting involved in retrieving their little project," he hinted at Y/N. "Open the file," he pointed to the manila folder.

Bucky's annoyance couldn't grow more than it already was, so he took a passive breath before opening the file.

Tony was quiet for a total of 5 seconds before he started sharing what he had found and what Bucky was currently trying to read for himself.

"There were other people they considered their weapons. On the last mission, connected to Y/N's captors, we were able to hack into their system before they could wipe it all. We got files on 3 new individuals. Unfortunately, we only know baseline research and backgrounds on them," he explained. "Go to the third page."

Bucky did as instructed and on the page was a picture of a man. No one he recognized, but the type of picture reminded him of the one on his file.

Not a mug shot. Not a personal picture. But instead, a picture of an individual strapped to an operating table and taken a quick portrait before they continued their inhumane work.

"Read the bullet points under enhancements," Tony pointed before turning and going back to the computer he was playing with before. The same file that Bucky held in his hand was projected into the air in front of the two. "Enhancements include but are not limited to; super strength and agility enhanced marksmen, invisibility, and can change the density of his own human anatomy."

Bucky was shocked. He stopped breathing at the mention of invisibility and after hearing density shifting, he thought he may have choked on air.

Ava had mentioned that the enhancement ranges could be simple to extraordinary.

"I've heard of people who have the ability to fight longer than the normal human can, and I've heard stories of people who can disappear like they were invisible, and no one can tell where or what they are up to."

Tony noticed the color drain from his face and went on to add the pieces they had found together.

"I watched the video surveillance from the night you went running and stopped along the tree line," he spoke up. "What did you see, Barnes?"

Bucky broke his concentration and looked up at him.

"I didn't see anything. That's the issue," he answered, looking back at the picture of the man that was connecting the dots for the two. "I smelled something."

"Smelled?" Tony crinkled his face.

"Lavender," he answered. "Lavender is not planted anywhere on the compound. It didn't make sense."

"It's still not making sense to me," Tony added confusedly.

Bucky explained to him that night how he smelled the floral scent and when he couldn't find the source, he noticed the positioning of where the mystery anomaly had been and where Y/N's room was.

He explained his superstitions and his true reasoning for questioning Ava about her prior knowledge.

"And Maximoff and you thought that someone could have possibly been spying from the outside, and it may or may not have seen movement from this spy in the tree line?" Tony summed up his main question.

"There was nothing to physically see, but we noticed leaves being pushed out of the way in the corner of the screen. Couldn't make anything of it... Until now," his eyes showed the fear of it all.

"Where is she now?" Tony asked.

"My room," Bucky answered casually, reading a few more notes and making his way to the door. When he looked up and saw the smirk on Tony's face, he couldn't help the eye roll that followed. "Grow up, Tony. I didn't feel comfortable with her staying in that room anymore. I was planning on moving her to Clint's room, but it's not made up yet."

"So the next best choice just happened to be your room?" Tony couldn't soften his growing childlike smile.

"So help me God," Bucky's head fell forward as his hand came up to move his hair out of his face. "Do me a favor. I already have the security team coming in the morning to make a few modifications. If you think of anything else that could help in the surveillance and safety measures, I will accept your apology for being an asshole," he turned around and started walking out. "This time..." he mumbled not so quietly under his breath.

"I heard that!" Tony shouted. "Have fun at your sleepover tonight, Barnes!"

Bucky flipped him off as he strutted up the stairs to the living quarters. Tony had become very used to that reaction with a majority of the staff that he tended to give shit towards. _________________________ Bucky was quick to get upstairs after getting all the pieces to the puzzle he had been sitting with since last night.

Hurriedly running into his room, forgetting that even though it was his normal space, it was now shared with Y/N who he was cautious of barging in on normally.

But to his surprise, she was completely asleep on the side of the bed Bucky tended to sleep on.

You would think with the California King that Tony kindly offered to purchase for everyone, someone who never had such a luxury item would starfish in the middle of it.

He caught his breath as he was reassured that she was fine, unharmed, and resting peacefully. Though that steadied him some, the problem of a person whose enhancements are invisibility and density manipulation was likely on Y/N's trail, was quickly brought back to the forefront of his mind.

He walked up to her side quietly and began double-checking that all was indeed fine up close as well. He listened to her heart rate and breathing and she seemed to be slowly slipping into a deep sleep. She must have fallen asleep 30-45 minutes ago.

He checks the alarm clock on the end table and saw that it was late and he was down in the lab with Tony for a lot longer than he thought he had been. Made sense why she was asleep, but also showed she probably tried to wait up for him and he didn't get back in time.

A part of him was upset about missing another movie night with her. He loved watching her laugh and cry at parts that he also enjoyed his first time watching. He also loved that she would pause the movie before asking a question in order to not miss any part of the plot.

Besides that, he was looking forward to just talking and catching up again. In the times when he wasn't analyzing a new enemy or thinking of all the things that could take a turn, he had been with her.

Sure a part of him put a mask on to keep her innocent of all the people who could be her enemy. But another part of him had truly found a sense of peace with her that he was slowly becoming hooked on her very presence.

He decided to let her sleep and he made his way to the couch and grabbed the files that Tony had printed out for him.

He read them thoroughly. So far he only had information on three different mutants who they would need to be prepared for, given the scenario they came back for Y/N.

The first one was the invisible man, Gabriel. He was the main suspect in the spying going on with Y/N. On top of the invisibility, his ability to change his density meant he could walk through walls at the very least if he wanted to. Which would make sense considering Y/N's lotion was the smell he caught outside, and she had mentioned that the bottle seemed to be losing more than she was using.

He looked back at her, now nervous to take his eyes off of her at all.

Next on the list was a younger girl. All she had was a case number, no name. Her enhancements were incomplete in their findings, but they knew that she was able to hypnotize others as long as she had physical contact. Her given project name was The Siren. Besides that, she was also trained in most hand-to-hand combats.

Lastly, there was one more enhanced. They were also a woman, a little older though, and her powers were telepathy, meaning she could read minds and communicate through thoughts. And she also had sonic screams. Easily bursting eardrums if in the right proximity and key.

Luckily, their paths had yet to cross, but with everything they had learned, how long would it be until they did go up against each other?

As he tried to dig more into the individuals and find any information on where they were last seen, he noticed the wind picking up outside.

He narrowed his eyebrows toward the patio door that led to his own balcony, and because he was a paranoid man, he had already made it secure. He saw the trees swaying in the wind and the noticeably brighter night sky.

He was confused by that. He walked quietly to the door, careful not to wake Y/N as he passed by her.

He looked out and the wind seemed to be sporadic. Not that the wind followed a specific pattern, but something about it seemed off.

He tried to get a grasp of it, but it looked like... The wind may have been changing directions. Never coming from one specific way.

When he looked up at the brightened sky, it seemed that the constellations were burning brighter than normal too. Maybe he was overthinking it after the abnormality of the wind, but he had grown rather close to the constellation in his lifetime. One of the few things that stayed constant in the world and something he learned a lot about in his spare time.

He knew that they didn't shine this bright normally. They were further up north and out from the city light pollution so he had grown to love how defined they were usually. But he was almost squinting up at them.

Y/N moved in her sleep making Bucky turn to her quickly worried he may have woken her in his snooping, even if he really didn't move or make any sound.

She grumbled something, but she was still asleep. Her eyes were closed yet he could see that she was fighting something while she was unconscious. He knew that look. A look of discomfort and irritation. She wasn't having a full-blown nightmare, but she didn't seem to be enjoying whatever it was she was dreaming about.

He took one more look out the window and saw a correlation between the two. Something about Y/N's random twists and movements in her sleep seemed to be perfectly timed when the wind shifted directions.

It didn't explain the stars, but it was something either way.

He monitored the coincidence for a few more seconds, checking to see if it was accurate. When he couldn't understand why that would be happening, he gave up and walked to her side seeing she was growing more frustrated in her dream. So much so, she started making weak grumbles in the back of her throat.

He decided he should probably wake her before the dream escalated any further. He carefully and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, pulling it back a few times as he became hesitant of his action. The touch seemed to be all it took to wake her. Good to know she was a light sleeper, yet upsetting to know why she was.

Her eyes went wide as they adjusted to the low lights in the room, and looked to match a face to his hand. Quickly, after seeing it was Bucky she calmed down and sat up in less of a rush, catching her breath.

The whole time, Bucky was just as shocked at seeing her eyes change... Change how? He wasn't sure. But something about it showed this wasn't the first time he noticed this type of change.

At the museum. The flash of her eyes after seeing the Starry Night painting was the same that just happened. He could have sworn he saw outlines of stars and what seemed like an entire universe in her pupils. Last time, the painting that was projected on the wall and ground, overtaking the lighting of the room, was an easy way to brush off what he saw reflecting in her eyes.

But now. Now there was nothing but the moonlight from the window coming in. Y/N was hidden from the view of the moon itself so the deduction only proved his point more.

"I'm sorry," she hurriedly said, feeling bad for startling him as he looked worried and nervous at her state. However, that wasn't what he was thinking of at the moment.

He quickly surpassed his bewilderment and shook his head showing there was no need for her to be sorry.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you awake. You looked like you were having a bad dream," he noted.

"Um," she thought back to the dream and he could see her noticeable shutter. "It was nothing."

He pursed his lips, upset she was still going through the worst parts of the healing. He had to keep reminding himself they were only 2 weeks in at this point.

"How often do they happen?" he asked.

She was looking at her hands before she looked at him.

"Most nights. If not all," she answered truthfully. "Some nights they're more bearable than others."

He felt for her. He still was plagued with those nights that were not so bearable. But he could tell she didn't want to go further into her explanation, so he changed the subject.

"Sorry, I'm late. Tony had a lot to show me," he sat on the end of the bed. Giving her space yet staying close at the same time. "Your room should be fixed within the week."

He wasn't sure if that was the truth, but at least it gave him an excuse for her room rearrangement for a little longer.

"That's fine. I'm sure Clint's will be just as safe," she nodded, looking up at him as she brought her legs to her chest. "Can I ask you something?" He nodded in return, keeping eye contact. "Does it ever get better?"

He had a good feeling he knew what she was talking about but asked anyway.

"Which part? The nightmares or another part of the healing process?" His smile showed that it was a safe place for humor if the mood needed to be lightened a little.

"One of these days I'll need an answer to all the questions," she smiled back. "But for now, I'll take it one step at a time."

He nodded in agreement and answered the first question.

"If you're asking if it gets better? Then yes, it gets better. If you're asking if it goes away, I sadly can't confirm that on my end. Although, not everyone's the same and I hope that your fate is much different than mine."

"What did you do to help it?" she asked next.

"Give it time. It wasn't something I could cure. Dreams come to us involuntarily. What's even more involuntary, is the kind of dreams you have. If I could choose, I wouldn't dream," he counseled freely.

"No dreams? Not even good ones?" she asked, now curious at his answer.

He thought about it before replying.

"Maybe one day. Just not anytime soon." When he didn't elaborate further, she gave him a sassy look showing she was waiting for the rest of his statement. "It gets too loud up here sometimes," he pointed to his head. "I would love to just sit in silence for once. No internal monologue. No random triggers and flashbacks to my past. No constant states of paranoia that something bad is going to come if it's going this well for so long."

She looked saddened at his somber reasoning. He could see the pity on her face, but she wasn't turning it into an apology for something she had no control over like most others did. She just gave him the space to tell his side of the thought process.

"And what about when you do want to have dreams?" she asked, thinking ahead to the part they hoped for.

Old Bucky would have become troubled at the possibility of looking forward to something he was sure would never come, but now he had grown out of that way of thinking. He knew that one day it could be very possible to have dreams he usually daydreamed about escaping to.

"I'd make it my happy place," he acknowledged her prompt. "It would be a field. Maybe my own farm. Have a few animals. Cats, goats, chickens possibly."

"No dog?" she asked, provoking details out of him.

"Maybe. It would probably be a sheepdog or one to guard the livestock," he replied. "It'd be quiet and peaceful though. Lots of land to explore. Enough work to keep me busy. It would be the best place to see all the stars perfectly," he added, looking back out the window trying to decide if the strange things happening out there had stopped or not, now that she was awake.

"Sounds like a real dream," she said, bringing his attention back to her. "I should start making a happy place to visit."

He chuckled at her and stood back up.

"It's a good start," he smiled back. "I'll let you get back to sleep, but I'll be just over there if you need."

"I appreciate it, Bucky," she smiled with a yawn, going back to lie down, but this time with a little more hesitation. "Oh, and if you want to play a movie, you can. I like listening to it when I go to sleep. It helps keep my mind on other stuff."

He knew that habit all too well himself. The sounds of dialogue and a plot going on in the background gave you something else to concentrate on when your brain tends to think of some of the worst memories before bed. Almost like a warning of what's to come when you do finally drift off.

"Any preferences?" he asked, deciding he'd turn it on even if he would be reading the case files the whole time.

"If you like it, I like it," she replied, curling into the bed, again still all on one side of it.

He chuckled lightly with a grin, quickly putting on a TV show.

"Movies are great, but it's about time we binge a show," he said as he scrolled through Netflix and then Hulu.

The rest of the night consisted of Brooklyn Nine-Nine playing in the background as they both fell asleep to Jake Peralta solving crimes and being a dork of a cop.

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